Everybody’s afraid of something.

If you want me, you'll have to earn me. And, mister, I don't come cheap.

He shook his head. "The next time I hear a women going on about how neurotic men are, I'm going to remember this. You tell me you like my body, and what do I say? I say, thank you. Then I tell you I like yours and what do I hear? A long lists of grievances.

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

You try spending six months sitting at somebody's bedside, waiting for them to die and then tell me that the happy-ending love story isn't one of God's good gifts.

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.

This is America. We’re entitled to our opinions.” “Wrong. This is Texas. And my opinion is the only one that counts.