It’s all kind of a big illusion: the white picket fence and the perfect marriage and the kids. Check that box off, check that box off, and move forward.

Our state cannot be sever’d; we are one,
One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself.

Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source
Of human offspring.

Marriage: that I call the will of two to create the one who is more than those who created it.

Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can't sleep with the window open.