You can’t stay in uniform and not play the game, man.
Women like your mom, Jax, they don’t do so good without family.
Why my bike? I mean, really? Do all teenage girls just hate me?
Why don’t you bounce my face off the floor. Then maybe you’ll recognize me.[Clarence ‘Clay’ Morrow: You want distance, you got it. I don’t even know who you are anymore.]
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?]
When it comes to finding a good old lady, you don’t get what you want, Rat. You get what you are.
Whatever or whomever you believe in, may it grant you safety and speed.
We have to be smarter than a loaded gun.
We don’t let other people raise our children. It’s selfish and lazy.[to Jax]
We all do damage. Character is determined by how we repair it.
Walking away from my club is one thing, but letting it die… I can’t. It’s part of me.[to Tara]
Two minutes later, I’d have been dancing in Tig territory.[to Gemma, after telling Jax that Trinity is his half-sister]
