“for Jared Lyman(March 28, 1975-February 3, 2012)A man who knew how to love people. For his son's twenty-fifth birthday (sixteen years from now) he wrote:No UnlessesI love you and I'm proud of youYou might be watching this from prisonIf so - I love you and I'm proud of youIf you're watching this from backstage at Carnegie Hall - I love you and I'm proud of you.It doesn't really matter where you are or what you're doing...I will always be proud of you and I will always love you.I think that's what I'd say.I almost said “Unless...”But I couldn't think of an “Unless”NopeNo “unlesses”

“You are perfect the way you are." Blay's voice was strong. "There is nothing wrong with who and what you have always been. I'm proud of you. And I love you. Now ... and always."Qhuinn's vision got wavy. Hard-core."I'm proud of you. And I love you," Blay repeated. "Always. Forget about your old family ... you have me now. I am your family.”

“To me, saying I'm proud of you was almost as important as I love you.”

“I love you. I love you so damn much it consumes me. I don't deserve you, but I'm gonna become the man who does deserve you. I promise you. I'll make you proud of me.”

“Yves. You are goint to love him all over again when you meet him, believe me. You're married.' 'I'm what? But I can't be more than eighteen!' 'My son is very persuasive,' said Saul proudly.”

“Sweetheart," Bill said formally, "I have always loved you, and I will be proud to die in your service. When I'm gone, say a prayer for me in a real church.”