Sawyer was always the Vincent boy worth fighting for. He's the special one.

When you find your reason for living, hold onto it. Never let it go. Even if it means burning other bridges along the way.

I really wished he hadn't made me hate to read the Bible. Having it shoved down my throat all my life had made me bitter toward reading it. I believed it, but my dad had used it to his benefit too many times and ignored the parts in there that would point out his wrongs. Like judging Beau without even knowing him. That was in the Bible too.

I ain’t the only old woman looking. I’m just the only one honest enough to admit it. The others just hire the boy to cut their grass so they can sit at the window and drool.

I’m trying to make myself let you go before Ms. Mary comes to get you, but you go and shiver at my touch and weaken my resolve to stop holding you.

Is she forever for you then? She's worth throwing it all away?" "She's it. No one else. She's all I'm ever going to want.

A small laugh startled me and I looked over to see her actually smiling. Making her do that more often was a new goal.