— So, children, what are you doing today?
— Same as yesterday.
— And what was that?
— Same as the day before.

I keep asking myself: "When is that moment in a marriage... ...when a spoon becomes just a spoon?"

All I want... is to get through the day. That's what I think about. Just get through the day.

When you're tired and it's a long day and you're trying to get home you tend to feel all these little disconnects as the slow trajectory of a collapsing civilization.

Every day is a good day, kid. Just try missing one once.

I need new stories to continue living vicariously through him.

You know, we are all ordinary people. But even an ordinary secretary or a housewife or a teenager Can, within their own small ways,
turn on a small light in a dark room. Ja? <...> You are the heroes. You are heroes every day. Your faces are engraved in my heart.

I like seeing patterns. Patterns in everyday routines.

I've got a patient who's so afraid to die that he can't live. I've got a son that most of the time probably wishes I were dead. And I'm living a day that's making me realize I have been dead.

Nothin's a drag.