I’m glad I went to prison, " Grant rasped in Sophie’s ear, so quietly only she could hear. "Because then I found you.

Sometimes I feel like a normal person. Sometimes I forget I’m on parole, that I’m not really free.

His voice as smooth as silk, Grant started into his standard crowd-pleaser: Sinatra’s 'My Kind of Town.

Sophie clutched Grant tighter. 'I don’t know what screwed-up messages from your family are floating around in your head right now, but you’re staying right here.

The tub helps me relax, and it's a great place to read.

I've learned that life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.

I honestly think that a Pavlik fight would be easier than Jones because styles make fights. He's one dimensional, comes in straight lines, I love that.

It is not a virtue, but a deceptive copy and imitation of virtue, when we are led to the performance of duty by pleasure as its recompense.

You can't go wrong with love.

There is nothing training can't cannot do. Nothing is above its reach.

Like slaves on the sugar plantations of the Antilles, ...the sugar slaves of southern Louisiana had negative birthrates for as long as slavery lasted.

Love simply is. [...] Love and don't ask too many questions. Just love.

History is just new people making old mistakes.

My parents were French and Irish and our family even has Spanish blood-and I do so love the United States and consider myself part American.