I have a lot of friends who, especially in Tennessee, were looking forward to getting married who wanted to wait until it was legal in the state that they live in to get married.

What's meant to be will always find a way.

When you're sick, nobody takes care of you like your mom.

There's an energy about Nashville that I love and I miss. And it's so awesome right now. It has a new energy that's so cool.

We sat together as a family for dinner at night. And my mother had a job. My dad had a job. But there was always a meal on the table at 6:00, you know.

Music is my No. 1 passion. If you made me choose between music and food, it's definitely music.

My upbringing did not create a healthy affection for confrontation. I'd love it if everyone always got along, and nothing ever got tense.

I love potatoes - they're my favorite food.

It's cool when your husband starts to sing some old Merle Haggard song and I can pop in with a harmony and it doesn't sound too bad.

I don't spend time wondering what might be next; I just focus on trying to savor every day.

Nobody who cooks does it with full hair and makeup in front of a TV camera.

Her words dance on the page.

I do love playing games, but once I have a girlfriend, she will be my princess.

For Lily, there was only her phantom lover, bold enough, arrogant enough, crazy enough to dare follow her here when he was in far more danger than she could ever be.

Over and over one must ask oneself the queston, 'What do I want to express? What is the thought behind the saying? What is my ideal, what my objective? What? Why? Why? What?

Many things can wait. Children cannot. Today their bones are being formed, their blood is being made, their senses are being developed. To them we cannot say "tomorrow." Their name is today.

All of those faeries and duels and mad queens and so on, and no one quoted old Billy Shakespeare. Not even once.

When you're a failure in Hollywood, that's like starving to death outside a banquet hall, with smells of filet mignon driving you crazy.

Let's try and create scenes that are about something... About something deeper than this ashtray.

It turns out that we determine who our leaders are by unconscious undertones we all project with our voices - and of which we're completely unaware.

One half of my head, from the top of my skull to the cleft of my jaw, hammers, bangs, sizzles while the other half, serene and content, looks on at the agony next door.