“I love you. Still not the right word, but i know you want to hear it.”

“How can I tell you that I love you, I love you
But I can’t think of right words to say.”

“I am telling you what I know—words have music and if you are a musician you will write to hear them.”

“I still want my right to defend myself. A railroad operation, and you know it, from Nixon on down. they got you running around violating my constitutional rights.”

“Get me a drink, or I'll tell you I love you. I'll wake you up in an hour or two, crooning, all sloppy and maudlin, tell you I love you really. You'd like that, right? Hearing Momma tell you she loves you? Isn't that what you want, deep inside?”

“I love you, Eveline," he whispered, though he knew she could not hear him. "Somehow, I'll make you hear me and you'll know that I love you as fiercely as it's possible for a man to love a woman.”

“I don't want you to become sad, I still live somewhere else, where you can't see me and can't hear me, but I will see you and know how you are. And I will wait for you until you come to me. Everybody has his time and will move sometime.”

“[About David Becker] He's grovelling again. You know, I always talk about the reporters that grovel when they want to write something that you want to hear but not necessarily millions of people want to hear or have to hear.”

“How can I say 'I love you', if I know the love is you.. the word 'love' either as a verb or a noun would be destroyed in front of you.”

“You know I need your love, you got that hold over me.
As long as I got your love, you know that I'll never leave.
When I wanted you to share my life, I had no doubt in my mind.
And it's been you, woman, right down the line.”