His writer's words poured over her like poetry, and she couldn't find a single wisecrack to put up between them.

We’re only human.” “One of us, anyway. The other’s a reptile.” “Harsh, Annabelle. Very harsh.

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.

Just out of curiosity, sweetheart; did you ever talk to your doctor about givin' you some tranquilizers?

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?

Everybody’s afraid of something.

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.