He who dies with no friends cannot make friends after death.

News flash to black Americans: Barack Obama has never loved you, and by now, it should be clear to you!

I am so lucky in that I have the most incredible followers and support network.

A lot of the cities where we have a strong following, we don't even get to every year anymore. But Stony Brook was a place that, from the very first time we went, the chemistry was right. They loved us, and we loved them, and we just kept going back and going back.

You can't build anything with a flimsy foundation. Friendship is the foundation.

Some of the choicest blessings of my life have been the close friendships I have experienced over the years. Often, these friendships have been forged in the fires of shared experience.

I don't really care about the friendships on the court. I got my friends. I got my family, which I'm close to. I got a couple of friends that I'm always around.

I must strive to see only God in my friends, and God in my cats.

No, you won't. And I won't be enough for you, Amanda. I don't want to be the center of your life. I want to be part of it. I want to be your husband, not your god. People can't always be there for you, no matter how much they want to be. And that includes me.

Love doesn't last. She didn't know how much showed her pale face. Meribah's face softened. Sometimes it does. If it's the right kind.

"Love cleanses, beloved. It doesn't beat you down. It doesn't cast blame." He kissed her again, wishing he had the right words to say what he felt. Words would never be enough to show her what he meant. "My love isn't a weapon. It's a lifeline. Reach out and take hold, and don't let go.

Cleo touched Sarah's head. "Cross your arms on the table and sleep awhile." Sarah did as she was told, wishing they could leave. Cleo obviously wasn't ready to leave. She seemed to be having a good time, and she kept staring at Merrick and smiling in a way Sarah had never seen her smile before.