I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.

I had died and woken up in High School Musical

I was his exception, and as much as I had tried to fight my feelings, he was mine.

I thought I was going to sweat five years before I'd feel like this.""I wanted it as much as you did. I've just got a hell of a poker face" I smiled, pressing my lips against his.

His eyebrows pulled in. “You won’t leave me, right? Even when I’m a pain in the ass?”“I vowed in front of God – and Elvis – that I wouldn’t, didn’t I?

Look at him, ” she said, shaking her head. “Travis Maddox: Mr. Mom.

I need another drink!” I said as a second attempt to change the subject. “Shots!” America yelled. Shepley rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah. That’s what you need, another shot.

It’s just you and me against the world, Pidge.

He continued to stare out the window. "I meant what I said before. You need to walk away, Pidge. God knows I can't walk away from you.

If this is really it...if you're really done with me...will you let me hold you tonight? - Travis

Fighting, laughing, loving or crying, if it was with him, I was where I wanted to be.

She walked with a ghost of herself, one full of potential and possibility. One who was fearless. Where had that girl gone?

I've learned that to survive, you need a positive state of mind.

I love cars, I have two classic cars of my own.

So many comics have such low self-esteem.

If two people are at completely different stages in their spiritual life, that can present a real problem.

In my career, I've had people talking about different things many times, but then not get nominated.

When I'm writing in long hand, it just goes on and on and on. When I was in the saloon business, I would just greet people and talk to them and avoid taxes, and getting behind the bar. What else.

I'm developing the stuff all the time. There's a film in my head. I'm imagining a film.

I'm drunk when it comes to clothes.

You can never prepare yourself enough to see your mug shot and DUI.