The world likes to see things in black and white, in moral and immoral. But there is gray in between. And just because a person is capable of wickedness, doesen't mean they will act upon it.

We must remember to say what’s in our hearts aloud because we can never know if it’ll be the last time we’ll ever get the chance.

You’re a Bennett.”“I don’t know that I appreciate the derision in your voice. It’s a nice name. One I’m proud of despite everything.”“Joe is your son. Which makes him a Bennett.”“Yes. That’s usually how it works.”“Which means Kelly is a Bennett.”“It’s good to know your talent for stating the obvious remains remarkably intact,” she said dryly.

And he should be found at fault for existing? What choice did he have in the matter?

Hate is loud, but i think you'll learn it's because it's only a few people shouting, desperate to be heard.

There was nothing I could ever give him that would be so beautiful because the only things I owned that were beautiful were not mine to give away. My mother. Gordo. Rico, Tanner, and Chris. They were the only things I had.

It was March when he came and knocked on the door at three in the morning shouting, Ox, Ox, Ox," and i panicked, grabbing the crowbar, telling my mother to stay in her room. She had a dagger already pulled out, and I stopped to tell her that she looked badass. She rolled her eyes and told me to go see what was wrong.

'The image of you putting a condom on a banana to teach me about gay sex is forever ingrained in my head.' 'Well, a good father teaches his son about the facts of life.' 'You didn't have to put the banana in your mouth,' I reminded him. He grinned without looking up. 'Bet that kept you from performing fellatio for quite a while.' 'Longer than you'll know.'