Writing is hard for everybody except fools.

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

...Any fool can love somebody who's perfect, somebody who does everything right. But that doesn't stretch your soul. Your soul only gets stretched when you can still love somebody after they've hurt you.

He sounds like Jesus. Except rich and sexy.” “Watch it, Meg. In this town joking about Jesus could get you shot. You’ve never seen so many of the faithful who’re armed.

Okay, so I'll admit I'm curious. Big deal. We both know what that leads to. Dead cat.

Now, now. Southern ladies don’t French-kiss and tell.

We’re all works in progress, honey. And believe me when I tell you that I’ve had to work harder than most.