I don’t love you anymore”, she whispered. “I don’t love you at all.” His throat closed. “It’s all right, sweetheart. I love you enough for both of us.
When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.
Pride had kept her running when love had betrayed her.
I finally figured out that not every crisis can be managed. As much as we want to keep ourselves safe, we can’t protect ourselves from everything. If we want to embrace life, we also have to embrace chaos.
Disagreements over money are the biggest cause of divorce.”She waved her hand. “Absolutely no problem. Your money is our money. My money is my money.” She wrote away.”I should make you negotiate with Phoebe.
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
You couldn’t be satisfied with being an amateur asshole, could you, Jimbo! You had to go and turn pro on me!
You never get mad,” she said when their server left the table. “Except at me.”“That’s not true,” he said tightly. “Torie can get me going.”“Torie doesn’t count. You were obviously her mother in a previous life.
So, Beav, tell me about yourself.””I’m Blue.””Sweetheart, if I had your dubious taste in men, I wouldn’t be too happy, either.””My name is Blue. Blue Bailey.
[Bobby Tom] finally understood Gracie’s function in his life. She was God’s joke on him.
Life sure is easier when you’re rich.””And a natural born charmer. Don’t forget that part.””How could I?” she retorted. “It’s the only thing we have in common.
You try spending six months sitting at somebody’s bedside, waiting for them to die and then tell me that the happy-ending love story isn’t one of God’s good gifts.
She’s as plastic as you are! I’m telling you, it’s a bad idea. If the two of you have kids, they’ll come out of the birth canal with Fisherprice stamped on their butts!
Uhm, Kevin…””Be quiet, or I swear to God I’ll take you right here.”Yes, this was definitely Forced Sex..
sometimes knowing when to give up is the real test of character…-annabelle granger
Ironic, isn’t it, what religion does to people?””I guess it’s more ironic what people do to religion.
I guess we’re oil and water. (Phoebe)I’d say we’re more like gasoline and a blowtorch. (Dan)
This is America. We’re entitled to our opinions.”“Wrong. This is Texas. And my opinion is the only one that counts.
I can’t chitchat and make breakfast at the same time. You could help, you know, instead of standing there like the Queen of England. Although you’re a lot better-looking.
As far as I’m concerned, men like you were put on this world to entertain women like me.
If I could put my brain in her body, the world would be mine for the taking.
If you ‘re serious about getting it on again, be sure to give me some advance notice, so I can grab my appointment calendar and block out three minutes.
He tunneled his dirty hands through her hair and kissed her breathless. Her neck, her eyes, the corners of her mouth. He kissed her lips as if his life depended on it. Kissed their future into her. All they could have and all they could be.
His writer’s words poured over her like poetry, and she couldn’t find a single wisecrack to put up between them.
I sure do miss that woman. Smart. Funny. Sweet. She never gave me a moment’s trouble.””Gosh, I’m sorry about that. I knew it was boring between you two, but not that bad.
He gave Dancer one last pat. ‘You’re luckier than you know, pal. Living without a set of balls makes life a lot less complicated.
This is a perfect example of how entirely out of hand the women in this country have gotten. You act like men aren’t anything more than extraneous amusements, little toys to keep you entertained.
If you want me, you’ll have to earn me. And, mister, I don’t come cheap.
What are you gonna do, angel face? Stab me with your eyebrow pencil?
He’d lapped at her ankles like a lovesick pup, and she’d been exactly what she was now, a woman born too beautiful and too rich to worry about a small thing like integrity.
Dallas, is it remotely possible for you to carry on a conversation that’s not loaded down with manure?
At some point people either had to throw off the wounds of their childhood or go through life permanently crippled
Not to get all Zen on you, but maybe you should love yourself more.
Chasing after a guy who’s not interested in you will rip the hell out of your self-respect. Better to face facts now because the longer you put it off, the harder it’ll be.
If the way you’ve been treating me is a mark of fondness, maybe you’d better take a fresh look at your interpersonal communication skills.
His fists clenched at his sides. ‘Damn it! Where’s your pride?’ ‘Pride? It’s in my heart, of course.’ ‘You’re letting me demean you!’ She smiled. ‘You can’t do that. I can only demean myself.
[Colin to Sugar Beth] I put my heart on every page.
Now, now. Southern ladies don’t French-kiss and tell.
Old radicals never changed. They just got law degrees and updated their bag of tricks.
Maybe some poor slob would take you to bed if you weren’t such a ballbuster.
Chip, I know you don’t understand this, but I’d take it as a personal favor if you’d stop trying to marry your mother off to my brothers.
Who the hell is that?!Some call her Satan. Others, Beelzebub. She goes by many names.
I hate to admit this, but some days hearing about other people’s problems actually cheers me up.
The Cinderella story in reverse. I only wish there were ashes in the fireplace so I could order you to sweep them out.
He could deal with his guilt all by himself. Guilt didn’t add up to love, an emotion she was done with forever.
I love you guilty. It makes it easier for me to wrap you around my finger.
Damn it! Are you so stupid you don’t know what I’m going to do to you?”Her eyes bore into his without flinching. “Are you so stupid you haven’t figured out yet that it doesn’t matter?
She reached into the pocket of her dress and threw the small stack of bills at him. They fluttered to the ground like broken dreams. “I hope you choke onevery penny.””Pick that up.”She drew back her arm and slapped him as hard as she could.
In case you’re not bright enough to figure it out, there’s a real upside to having a sinner like me answer your phone. I lie, and your conscience stays clear.
And no matter what anybody says, I don’t believe all this trouble started when women got the vote. As far as I’m concerned, it goddamn well got started when you taught each other how to read.
Damn. It looks to me like I just missed the best reunion since Sherman got together with Atlanta.
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?
Eat your heart out. Oh, wait. You can’t. It’s not organic.
Was there some basic flaw in her makeup that made her keep falling in love with this man who couldn’t love her back?
When that bastard calls back, you tell him he’s won this round. I’ll marry him. But I don’t take well to being blackmailed, and tell him I intend to spend the rest of my life making him miserable, got that?
Hold it right there. The only agreement we ever had was that you intended to make me as miserable as possible, and I intended to courageously make the best of an intolerable situation like valiant Southern women have always done.
He set the suitcases in the back then tossed her the keys. “You drive.”She repressed a smile as she climbed behind the wheel. “With each passing day, your reasons for wanting a wife become clearer.
I was kidding. Even I’m not that promiscuous. You guru people have no sense of humor.”“I’m not a guru people, and I happen to have a very well developed sense of humor. Why else would I still be talking to you?