He sounds like Jesus. Except rich and sexy.” “Watch it, Meg. In this town joking about Jesus could get you shot. You’ve never seen so many of the faithful who’re armed.

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

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

The question is… How did a girl like Annabelle manage to talk a man like you into joining our silly little family party?” Annabelle smiled sweetly. “I promised he could tie me up afterward and spank me.

Now, now. Southern ladies don’t French-kiss and tell.

Fear goes hand-in-hand with artistic creation, and no amount of success will make the fear go away entirely.

I don't care how much evidence the state presented. I've never for one moment believed he murdered that waitress.