I will never be the brother angry about my lost sibling coming home... I will welcome him and prepare the party with haste. Welcome home bro!

I hate when people compare love to a weapon... Love harms nothing but hatred.

The fatted calf, the best Scotch, the hoedown could all have been his too, any time he asked for them except that he never thought to ask for them because he was too busy trying cheerlessly and religiously to earn them.

My Father is Love - His Son was proof.

Some people just hate for survival.

Ever had someone hate on you... Then copy your every move? Jackin' my swag.