If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

Stealing it, in a sick kind of sense, was like earning it.

Beautiful women are the torment of my existence.

It’s all very well for such a person to whine and moan and criticize other family members, but they won’t let anyone else do it. That’s when you get your back up and show loyalty.

I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.

Mistakes, mistakes, it's all I seem capable of at times.

If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.