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.

You can't do extraordinary things in the world if you're spending time criticizing others because they don't look or behave the way you think they should.

Anything worth having is worth fighting for.

‎"There’s no such thing as mistakes – only a lack of foresight.

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.

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.

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

sometimes knowing when to give up is the real test of character... -annabelle granger

Pride had kept her running when love had betrayed her.

This is America. We’re entitled to our opinions.” “Wrong. This is Texas. And my opinion is the only one that counts.

We’re all works in progress, honey. And believe me when I tell you that I’ve had to work harder than most.

Do not say but show you care.

His mind was betraying him. Phantoms not heard from in a thousand years rousing slowly from their sleep.

To me it's very obvious there are huge cultural differences between Americans and Canadians. But a lot of what we are is American.

I consider myself a writer. I always wanted to act, and as a teen, I studied acting devotedly. Eventually, I got writing work, but very little acting work.

A child is the root of the heart.

Every girl is a goddess.

...the more unlived your life, the greater your death anxiety. The more you fail to experience your life fully, the more you will fear death.

Why did happy memories fade and blur until one could scarcely recall them at all, while horrible memories seemed to retain their blinding clarity and painful sharpness?

I did my best. I guess my best wasn't good enough.

Why does one always ask a writer why they stopped? I am sure everyone finds in any drawer a few dear poems.