“In my 30s, I found that I was often coming and going at the same time. Nothing was clear, or clean, or linear. My career was moving forward rapidly and vanishing right before my very eyes. Relationships seemed indispensable — and impossible. Love seemed everywhere — and nowhere. Everything was possible, nothing was within reach. Now when I was little, I always imagined that I would be grown up by the time I was 30. Boy, was I wrong.”

— Stephen Tobolowsky

  11:04 pm  |   August 6 2011