I like how you smile and how you laugh. I like how you love and defend your family and I like how you're trying to love mine. I love how you trust. But mostly, Emily, I love you.

Oz lists the hem of his shirt, exposing his cut abs, and wipes his brow with the material. Oh my with chocolate on top. That was just beautiful.

She’s my daughter. The only one I have and the only child I’ll ever have. I see the fear in her eyes, I sense her hesitancy, but when I get her to smile it makes up for all those moments in between. I got this one chance. My last chance. I don’t want to blow what little time I have left with her so no, I don’t want anyone rocking her world.

Without a word to anyone, Eli and Cyrus straddle their bikes and strap on their helmets. That one act causes everyone else to mount up and start their motorcycles. Soon the yard shakes with the thunder of angry engines. Cyrus pulls out with Eli on his right. They head onto Thunder Road toward the main drag and the guys follow behind them in pairs.

Sometimes what we need the most is what we fight the hardest: change.

Losing someone you love, it'd be similar to losing your home.

They need a moment together and, having nothing but time, I sit on the top step and wonder if I'll find someone who will understand and accept this life like my mother.

Were' is a son-of-a-bitch word.

[-] Pigpen rounds to face the crowd. Like a lot of brothers in the club, he's ex-military. The voice of the six-two, massive former Army Ranger rumbles against the walls. "If you ain't a brother, clear out!