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

You're beautiful, every part of you. I love your hair, the way it looks, the way it feels. I love touching it, smelling it. I love the way you wrinkle your nose when you laugh. It makes me laugh, too, every time. And I love watching you eat. Sometimes you can't shovel it in fast enough, but when you get interested in a conversation, you forget there's anything in front of you. God knows, I love making love with you. I can't even talk about that without wanting you. I love your pathetic attachment to those seniors. I love how hard you work.

Try to live with a generous heart. Doing anything else is too hard.

At some point people either had to throw off the wounds of their childhood or go through life permanently crippled

Pride had kept her running when love had betrayed her.

Thanks to April,” she whispered, “you have the wedding you’ve dreamed about ever since you were a little girl.” Dean’s boom of laughter was one more reason she loved this man with all her heart.

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