It’s adult swim time and I’m diving in here at the shallow end. - Suzanne Finnamore
I remember one desolate Sunday night, wondering: Is this how I´m going to spend the rest of my life? Marrid to someone who is perpetually distracted and somewhat wistful, as though a marvelous party is going on in the next room, which but for me he could be attending? - Suzanne Finnamore