E-mail creates the illusion that you're writing. You're not.

As far as I'm concerned, men like you were put on this world to entertain women like me.

I love you, Meg. I want to marry you. I want to sleep with you every night, make love with you, have kids. I want to fight together and work together and—just be together. Now are you going to keep standing there, staring at me, or could you put me out of my misery and say you still love me, at least a little?

Everybody won’t like everything you write. Some people won’t like anything you write. Get over it.

Hey, everybody, Jerry Maguire's here.

[Bobby Tom] finally understood Gracie's function in his life. She was God's joke on him.

You lit into me last night. You said what I did was stupid. - That's what my head said. But my heart... My stupid heart... Her voice broke. It was singing.