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

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

I hate to admit this, but some days hearing about other people's problems actually cheers me up.

You remind me of someone with a bad toothache who's hitting herself in the head with a hammer to distract herself from the pain in her mouth.

Cal ’s eyes reflected a weird combination of frenzy and fear as he twisted toward his father. “My God! She’s on her way to becoming the most famous physicist in the country, and she’sdumb as a post ! You arenot having your baby in this house! You’re having it at the county hospital!

I guess we're oil and water. (Phoebe) I'd say we're more like gasoline and a blowtorch. (Dan)

For all your talk, you don't know the first thing about love." Tears spilled over her lashes and rolled down her cheeks. She slipped the chain that held his Super Bowl ring over her head and pressed it into his palm. "I love you, Bobby Tom, and I'll love you till the day I die. But I've never been for sale. I was a free offering all along.