There’s no accounting for the mysteries of the human heart

I'll take care of my mother," he said grimly. "I love her, but she doesn't run my life." "Yeah, that's what we all say. You. Me. Lucy." She stabbed the stick into the dirt. "These are powerful women. They're sane, they're smart, they rule their worlds, and they love us ferociously. A potent combination that makes it touch to pretend they're normal mothers.

It runs in the family. And don't expect me to be ashamed. Yankees lock away loony relatives, but down here, we prop 'em up on parade floats and march 'em through the middle of town.

Don't dare a person who has nothing else left to lose.

If I told you, you might be forced to lie about it. Not that you aren't really good at it, but why put an old man in that position?

It must be hard being you,” she said. “Mr. Perfect on the outside. Dr. Evil on the inside.” “It’s not that hard. The rest of the world isn’t as insightful as you.

She glared at him. "You're doing it again." "What?" "That thing that irritates me." "Smiling?" "Yes. That.