“No one gets found in love. Everyone gets lost in it, Because love is overwhelming. Its beyond your control. You have to relinquish control to be in love. And that’s a good thing. There’s a beauty to being lost in… — Andrew Kaufman Copy Share Image
“Perhaps one of the hardest things about having kids is realizing that you love them more than your wife. that it's possible to love… — Andrew Kaufman Copy Share
“Are these affairs an attempt to figure out who you are?" "Maybe..." "And you think that everyone else knows this? That they know who… — Andrew Kaufman Copy Share
“It’s true most superheroes have funny names. But they have to come up with these names by themselves. Think about how hard it is.… — Andrew Kaufman Copy Share
There are two ways to get rid of an anxiety monster,my friend-you either have a bath or a nap. — Andrew Kaufman Copy Share
“He knocks on doors and stands there. You’d be surprised how few doors get answered” — Andrew Kaufman Copy Share
“The Sloth would sit on his couch, paralyzed by all the things he wasn't taking care of. Then one day, a Wednesday, he just… — Andrew Kaufman Copy Share
“I don't remember a single monster before I met you.' he'd told Amphibian. 'Now they seem to be all over the place.' 'You mean… — Andrew Kaufman Copy Share
“But I'm here to tell you that nothing could be further from the truth. Your soul is a living, breathing, organic thing. No different… — Andrew Kaufman Copy Share
“Why do bad things happen to good people?' 'Because it makes a good story.” — Andrew Kaufman Copy Share
“No one gets found in love. Everyone gets lost in it, Because love is overwhelming. Its beyond your control. You have to relinquish control… — Andrew Kaufman Copy Share
“We are now, all of us, cinematographers for the movie of our own lives. Not the star. Not the director. Not even the writer.” — Andrew Kaufman Copy Share
“The Sloth hated himself. He considered himself lazy. He had a dead-end job and no plans to get a better one. His relationship was… — Andrew Kaufman Copy Share
“We’re here,’ the Clock says. The Perfectionist opens her eyes. She sees nothing. It’s white. All white. There’s no up. There’s no down. No… — Andrew Kaufman Copy Share
