“Doesn't surprise me," Nana snorted. "I wouldn't put anything past your late husband."
"He's not dead, Nana."
Nana sighed. "Hope springs eternal.”

“You sit around and you go, “Oh, I hope people like me, and I hope they friend me, and I hope they do all this superficial stuff that doesn't cost anything.” But what you really want is to not suck enough that people that you really admire wouldn't mind doing something with you.”

“There was nothing like having a dead husband return from the grave to ruin a fine spring morning.”

“If you find it necessary to judge me by my past… don’t be surprised when I find it necessary to put you there.”

“Give me a Leonard Cohen afterworld
So I can sigh eternally.”

“Clytemnestra: He collapsed, snorting his life away,
spitting great gobs of blood all over me,
drenching me in showers of his dark blood.
And I rejoiced—just as the fecund earth
rejoices when the heavens send spring rains”

“Hope springs eternal in the human breast. (Original to Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man”

“When you leap from a cliff, it is too late for anything but holding to your courage. And hoping there's a haywain at the bottom to land in.”

“Don't be alarmed … They are a little annoyed because Spring is late… Leave it to me; I will settle it all.”

“I've learned that it doesn't matter how your husband squeezes the toothpaste, the important thing is how he squeezes you.”