Jack wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He whispered in her ear. “He’s not getting near you again, baby, I promise. No one’s laying a finger on you ever again.

I've been in love with you since the very beginning. You asked why there isn't anyone else in my life, and the reason... is you" - J.D.

I don’t mind hot and spicy. Actually find that appealing in a girl. And chicken wings.

I saw you laughing with your friends, and your smile sucked me right in.

- I hate to break this to you, Cameron, but you are only human. - Shh... I've been trying to keep that under wraps for years.

Jordan couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “Yeah, I like this guy. He rescued me from a crazed man with a gun, he makes me laugh, and he calls his mother Ma. I’d say he’s a keeper.

Never send a boy to do a woman’s job, Irma.” - Payton Kendall

Oh God, baby...love me.

You’re not pathetic. Actually, I envy you a little.” “Because I’m a mess?” Zach asked dryly. “No. Because you’re not afraid to be a mess.

If you also thinks it means I wake up every morning wondering what I did to deserve having you back in my life, well, you'd be right about that too.

My God, Jack - with a look like that, you two should just get a room. And try not to pick the one with a dead body next to it this time.

I bemoan the fact that all my famous friends have places in St. Bart's and I have to go to Montauk.

I think that there is nothing, not even crime, more opposed to poetry, to philosophy, ay, to life itself than this incessant business.

I am indebted to [my grandmothers] always for cradling me in the heart of Christ and encouraging my passion to press towards the mark of the high calling on my life, wherever that takes me.

In those days, between the ages of 12 and 18 you meant nothing. You were the extra place at the side table if someone came to dinner. You were of no interest to anyone.

If necessity is the mother of invention, scientifically developed production is the mother of scientific research.

To write a symphony is, for me, to construct a world.

[B]inary opposites fit nicely the formulation of history as written, but they do little to capture the messy, inchoate reality of history as lived.

Television's not going read stories to you.

The classic, quote/unquote, craft of songwriting still works; it still is relevant.

Keep belly lightly loaded, if mind would wisdom see;For bodies crammed to bursting, make empty souls to be.