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.

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.

Believe me, you have to have a certain confidence in your powers of descretion to let a dentist loose with a drill in your mouth less than an hour after you've...um...entertained his wife.

I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.

You can only actually help someone who wants to be helped.

I was once told by someone wise that writing is perilous as you cannot always guarantee your words will be read in the spirit in which they were written.

Know that you hold my heart, my hopes, in your hands.