I live for my sons. I would be lost without them..

What feeds me destroys me..

The fact that I lost my son permeates my being..

Meow, Meow, Motherfucker..

A comprehended God is no God at all!.

I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!.

You threaten my son, you threaten me..

My son was killed in 2004. I am not paying my taxes for 2004. You killed my son, George Bush, and I don't owe you a penny..

The person who killed my son, I have no animosity for that person at all..

I'm so obsessed and involved with my son..

Something snapped inside Maryse. “He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He’s my son..

I hold one thing dearer than all else: my commitment to my son..