The older we get, the further away we get from who we think we are.
Don’t think on it too hard, Doc. Come across something don’t make you miserable, enjoy it.[to Tara, about her relationship with Jax]
Deal always was outlaws live in Charming, s*** beyond the borders. You can’t change the rules, or it all goes to hell.[to Clay]
When you’re buried in your own s***, the Sacred Heart seems a little out of reach.[Gemma Teller Morrow: You stop going to your church?]
This life, it ain’t romantic or free. There’s no path to anything that makes any sense. It’s just dirty and sad. And we both know it’s only going to get worse.[to Gemma]
There ain’t no us, Gemma. And you got no friends. You just got people that would do s*** for you. And then you throw the poor suckers a smile and a promise to keep them coming back.
I’m not sure which cancer is worse. The one in me. Or the one in Charming.
Everything’s s*** side up, sweetheart.
Charming is a special town. Not many folks take to it. I like to think the town chooses its occupants. Right ones stay, wrong ones disappear.[to Ethan Zobelle]
A terminal malady tends to do that. Constant state of self-evaluation.