Honey lamb, there are a lot of things in this world I feel insecure about. Religion. Our national economic policies. What color socks to wear with a blue suit. But I've got to tell you that my performance in that hotel room last night isn't one of them.

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.

Ironic, isn't it, what religion does to people?" "I guess it's more ironic what people do to religion.

I happen to be immature, undisciplined, and self-centered, pretty much a little boy in a man's body, although I'd appreciate it if you didn't quote me on that. -Bobby Tom

Don't mess with me, Calvin. You'll only get hurt.

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

I love you, Daisy. I love you so much I hurt.