There was something about a man with a shovel, and the sweat on his neck might as well have been chocolate sauce. It wasn't fair. Brains and brawns should be two separate categories, not bundled into one irresistible package. She needed to pull herself together before she went after him with a spoon. But where to start?

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

Everybody’s afraid of something.

Dallas, is it remotely possible for you to carry on a conversation that's not loaded down with manure?

He settled his hat back into position. She was a rookie in her first big game, and he’d never let her see how close she’d come to unseating a champion

He should have seen this coming, but he hadn't. Of course she wouldn't want to move back to Wynette after everything that had happened to her there. But what about his family, his friends, his roots, which stretched so deep into that rocky soil he'd become part of it?

Fear goes hand-in-hand with artistic creation, and no amount of success will make the fear go away entirely.