it takes a long time to realise how truly miserable you are, and even longer to see that it doesn’t have to be that way. only after you give up everything, can you begin to find a way to be happy.

what’s that old expression? fool me once, shame on me, but fool me twice… fiddle-dee-dee?

don’t you stop running and don’t you ever look behind you. there’s nothing for you behind you. all that exists is what’s ahead.

it’s so sad that when you see someone as they really are, it ruins them.

i’ve gone with you this far. in for a penny, in for a pound, right? sunk cost and all that?

i need you to tell me that i’m a good person. i know that i can be selfish and narcissistic and self-destructive, but underneath all that, deep down, i’m a good person, and i need you to tell me that i’m good.

yeah. everyone loves a male feminist. it turns out, the problem with feminism all along is it just wasn’t men doing it!

i’m sure a lot of the troops are jerks. most people are jerks already, and it’s not like giving a jerk a gun and telling him it’s okay to kill people suddenly turns that jerk into a hero.

my mother is dead and everything is worse now. because now i know i will never have a mother who looks at me from across a room and says, 'bojack horseman, i see you.'

oh no! god no! this is not the immediate praise i expected!

i think there are people that help you become the person that you end up being, and you can be grateful for them, even if they were never meant to be in your life forever. i’m glad i knew you, too.

of course you did this to me. because i cared about you. and you ruin people who care about you.

why can’t i be happy? am i busted?

what’s that old expression about how the show must go on? oh, right it’s 'don’t be an idiot.'

do you ever get that feeling that like, to know you more is to love you less?

i’m like a father figure to him. by which i mean i slept with his mother.

i’m sorry. i wanna take full responsibility for what happened, even though it is not my fault and i did nothing wrong.

well the headline is, i hate it. i hate everything about it. the premise is bad and the execution is also bad. it’s an irredeemable jumble of shit.

i guess i got a happy ending, but every happy ending has the day after the happy ending, right?

hey, sarah lynn. you wanna party?

i’m afraid that this could be the best thing that ever happened to me, and if it doesn’t make me as happy as i’m supposed to be, that means i’m a lost cause.