A lie is an affront to the soul, as well as an insult to the intelligence of the person to whom one lies.

God help me if I ever injure my back," Clayton quipped. "God help you if you ever turn it," Whitney snapped, "for there'll surely be some heartbroken papa or cuckolded husband ready with a knife--if I don't murder you first.

You can't condemn me for wanting you, unless you condemn every other man who has." -Clayton Westmoreland

Missing you? I could cheerfully murder you.

They’re going to ask what you said. And if I tell Mr. Twindell you said heaven will be like this, he’ll be very disappointed. He’s counting, you know, on gold streets and angels and horses with wings.” “I see where that could be a problem,” Ian agreed, and he tenderly laid his hand against his son’s cheek. “In that case, you can tell him I said this is almost heaven.

Sometimes it just happens - to the wrong people at the wrong time.

She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control.