Quotes from Susan Elizabeth Phillips

Was there some basic flaw in her makeup that made her keep falling in love with this man who couldn't love her back?

It must be hard being you," she said. "Mr. Perfect on the outside. Dr. Evil on the inside." "It's not that hard. The rest of the world isn't as insightful as you.

We just lost our electricity. You want to tell me what's so funny about that?" "It's not exactly funny. It's more of a good news/bad news situation." "In that case, hit me with the good news first." "They're both sort of rolled up into one." "Stop stalling." "All right. Now don't get mad, but . . ." Smothered laughter drifted toward him. "Cal . . . I'm naked.

He could deal with his guilt all by himself. Guilt didn't add up to love, an emotion she was done with forever.

If you think I'm going to cry all over your chest because you don't feel the same way, you're wrong. I don't beg for anybody's love.

Who needs food? Your smile alone is enough to nourish me for weeks.

She was kind of crying, too, because she liked happy endings. Then she realized it wasn't an ending at all. As she gazed around at all these people she loved, she knew that everybody here was just getting started.

As they began to mount the stairs, he looked up at his mother. "Just how many of those wine coolers did she drink?" "She had three," Suzy replied. Three! Bobby Tom couldn't believe it. After only three drinks, she'd stripped off her clothes and demanded that he have sex with her. "Mom?" He shoved on his hat. "Yes dear." "Whatever you do, don't let her anywhere near a six-pack.

Damn it! Are you so stupid you don't know what I'm going to do to you?" Her eyes bore into his without flinching. "Are you so stupid you haven't figured out yet that it doesn't matter?

When he overheard the boys whispering that he was a queer, he said he regarded that as a compliment since so many of the world's great men had been homosexual. Alas, I've been sentenced to a life mundane heterosexuality. I can only hope that a few of you will be more fortunate.

His gaze was a lot steadier than her heartbeat. "She's the reason for those whispered phone calls I used to overhear, isn't she?" "Don't be silly. I was talking to my lover." "She told me she lives at a place called Brookdale. After I hung up, I did a little research on the Web. Your talent for obfuscation continues to amaze me." "Hey, I haven't obfuscated in weeks. Makes you go blind.

Okay, so I'll admit I'm curious. Big deal. We both know what that leads to. Dead cat.

Everybody's afraid of something.

You have a college degree? You can barely talk.

If you were a sane woman, I would, of course, behave in a more rational fashion. Since you are a lunatic, however, this is the only way.

Cut the crap and tell me what color panties you're wearing.

It was one of the two questions people most frequently asked writers, and if he invited her to join him, it wouldn't take her long to get around to the other one. "I've always wanted to know, Colin. Where do you authors get your ideas?" We steal them. From extraterrestrials. There's a warehouse outside Tulsa…

Cal 's eyes reflected a weird combination of frenzy and fear as he twisted toward his father. "My God! She's on her way to becoming the most famous physicist in the country, and she's dumb as a post ! You are not having your baby in this house! You're having it at the county hospital!

wouldn't you like to make sure all those millions you give to Uncle Sam went to schools and hospitals instead of nuclear warheads?' As a matter of fact, he would. Playgrounds for big kids, preschool programs to little ones, and mandatory LASIK surgery for NFL refs.

He should have seen this coming, but he hadn't. Of course she wouldn't want to move back to Wynette after everything that had happened to her there. But what about his family, his friends, his roots, which stretched so deep into that rocky soil he'd become part of it?

He set the suitcases in the back then tossed her the keys. "You drive." She repressed a smile as she climbed behind the wheel. "With each passing day, your reasons for wanting a wife become clearer.

Dallas, is it remotely possible for you to carry on a conversation that's not loaded down with manure?

You make me see the world in new ways. You're the first thing my heart greets when I wake up in the morning. You're the last thing I see in my mind before I fall asleep.

Stop trying to be cute. You're too mean to be cute.