I love you, Daisy. I love you so much I hurt.

Phoebe tapped the toe of her sneaker against the dock. “There’s only one good use for a man like Heath Champion.” “Here we go again,” Molly muttered. Phoebe’s lip curled. “Target practice.

Figure out what depletes you creatively and get it out out of your life. (This doesn't apply to spouse and kids.) Give yourself permission to put garbage on the screen. A lot of days it's the only way you'll be able to keep going. You can clean it up later.

You can't do extraordinary things in the world if you're spending time criticizing others because they don't look or behave the way you think they should.

Bobby Tom: You're supposed to be my assistant, not a baby-sitter! Gracie: One and the same.

Nobody else can demean me. I can only demean myself

It was a kiss made in lonely dreams. A kiss that took its time. A kiss that felt so right she couldn't remember all the reasons it was wrong.