“The fact is, I love him. He's the boy I want and one day he'll be MINE.”

“I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be.”

“I could make him mine. But I don't want him. I want someone else. It feels strange to have spent so much time wishing for something, for someone, and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.”

“Give him what he wants and he'll go away.”

“no matter what bullshit you heard, hes still mine! he'll always be mine”

“By the time he's 31, he'll never have to work another day unless he wants to.”

“[To the tune of I Love You from Barney & Friends]
♫ God loves you, God loves me
He wants you in His family
If you'll ask Him now, He'll come into your heart
And of His family you'll be part ♫”

“The first boy I fell in love with didn't know I loved him, but he managed to break my heart anyway.”

“What do I want my boy to be?
Oft is the question asked of me,
And oft I ask it of myself -
What corner, niche or post or shelf
In the great hall of life would I
Select for him to occupy?
Statesman or writer, poet, sage
Or toiler for a weekly wage,
Artist or artisan? Oh, what
Is to become his future lot?
For him I do not dare to plan;
I only hope he'll be a man.I leave it free for him to choose
The tools of life which he shall use,
Brush, pen or chisel, lathe or wrench,
The desk of commerce or the bench,
And pray that when he makes his choice
In each day's task he shall rejoice.
I know somewhere there is a need
For him to labor and succeed;
Somewhere, if he be clean and true,
Loyal and honest through and through,
He shall be fit for any clan,
And so I hope he'll be a man.”

“I looked it up later; he was right. Dad is an absolute mine of useless information. He says a fact should be loved for itself alone.”