When you love someone, you work it out. You don’t just throw it away. You have to be careful with it, you might never get it again.
To be really really good you have to come from some place inside.
Nobody writes about anything but themselves.
No one really likes what they do.
I should have stopped it![repeated line]
We all eventually turn into our mothers.
The things you love about him now are the things you will hate in a few years.[to Susan about Edward]
Sometimes maybe it’s not such a good idea to change things quiet so much.
You can’t just walk away from things all the time.
Two things I love the most about West Texas: no phones and no people.
Susan, enjoy the absurdity of our world. It’s a lot less painful. Believe me, our world is a lot less painful than the real world.