It's already 95 degrees outside. Mississippi got the most unorganized weather in the nation.

Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought.

Write about what disturbs you, particularly if it bothers no one else.

Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision. You gone have to ask yourself, "Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?

I always order the banned books from a black market dealer in California, figuring if the State of Mississippi banned them, they must be good.

....I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.

You is kind. You is smart. You is important.

Great books give you a feeling that you miss all day, until you finally get to crawl back inside those pages again.

...and that's when I get to wondering, what would happen if I told her she something good, ever day?

I was surprise to see the world didn't stop just cause my boy did.

Who knew paper and ink could be so vicious

The type of love that makes you want to laugh out loud—scream a bit—run in circles—and then repeat? Yeah that’s how I felt about Wes. Totally. Out. Of. Control. Giddiness

Be Weird, at least you will have a unique Personality.

Our ex-wifes always harbour secrets about us that make them irresistable. Until, of course, we remember who we are and what we did and why we are not married anymore.

Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.

Why would anyone lie? The truth is always more colorful.

A hero can be anyone. Even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a young boy's shoulders to let him know that the world hadn't ended.

I feel very fortunate to have been a part of many successful contemporary horror franchises.

I learned that you go through things, you deal with them and that's what empowers you and ultimately makes you a happy person.

As love increases, prudence diminishes.

Well I should be sitting in an air-conditioned office in a swivel chair, talking trash to the secretary. Saying, hey now mama, come on over here.