“Please don't follow in my footsteps. I'm already knee-deep in them, and am sinking rapidly...”

“You don't want me to feel obligated? Well, I'm sorry, Lily. I am herebecause I feel obligated." He brought her hand to his chest, pressing herpalm flat against his rapidly thumping pulse. "I'm obligated by my heart. It'sdecided you're essential to my existence, you see. And it's threatening to go out on labor strike if I don't make you mine this very day. So yes. I am here on bended knee, acting from a deep, undeniable sense of obligation. I am, quite simply, yours." He swallowed hard. "If you'll have me.”

“We feel so much pride and joy when our children follow in our footsteps. Let’s make sure our footsteps are worthy enough for them to follow.”

“Following my mother's footsteps was the surest way out.”

“Please don't wake me, no, don't shake me, leave me where I am, I'm only sleeping...”

“I am who I am, I don't follow my friends. I am who I am, I don't follow the trends.I am who I am, I don't try to pretend.I am who I am, til the very end.”