“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”

“I love you. I mean that, all right? I don't know what kind of guys you've been dating in college, but I'm over the novelty of not living with my parents and having my own king size bed. Really.” I couldn't help it. I laughed. That was a new twist in the Talk I'd never heard before.”

“If I wanted to buy you off I'd, I dunno, give you a big gift certificate to Amazon or something.”

“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.”

“She does this. Told me JP was cheating on me, trashed my Facebook page-''Why?''Because she's like that.''I thought you two were friends.''We are.''So how, exactly, do you define the term, "friend"?”

“I just need to have you close. The more time I spend with you, the more I want.”

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