I frowned at the list. “So… I’ll go back and tell the Traynors that I’m going to get their suicidal quadriplegic son drunk, spend their money on strippers and lap dancers, and then trundle him off to the Disability Olympics—

We are all part of some great cycle, some pattern that it was only God's purpose to understand.

There is a whole lot more to life than winning.

So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt.

Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you'd left off, whether it be a week since you'd seen each other or two years.

I just... want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you'd be okay.