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.

But don't blame me for the food. My wife knows a hundred and one ways to incinerate a cow, and as far as I can tell she's still experimenting.

I am conscious that knowing me has caused you pain, and grief, and I hope that one day when you are less angry with me and less upset you will see not just that I could only have done the thing that I did, but also that this will help you live a really good life, a better life, than if you hadn’t met me.

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

Nobody fights you like your own sister; nobody else knows the most vulnerable parts of you and will aim for them without mercy.

​​​​​​You're going to feel uncomfortable in your new world for a bit. It always does feel strange to be knocked out of your comfort zone.