They both have their little daddy issues; she's got hers with Robert and he's got his with Noah. They battle back and forth. They bicker. Patrick gives her advice, but he doesn't take her advice.

Even when Daddy was the sickest and had stopped eating, the one thing we could still get him to eat was ice cream.

When you're asked to stay out of a bar you don't just punch the owner--you come back with your army and tear the place down, destroy the whole edifice and everything it stands for. No compromise. If a man gets wise, mash his face. If a woman snubs you, rape her. This is the thinking, if not the reality, behind the whole Hell's Angels act.

Emma stared at the ceiling of the hotel room. Her thoughts went over every memorial, each picture, the families and children left behind. At this point it was a nightly routine. Some people counted sheep. Emma counted her father’s victims. One by one.

This is going to be the most important, most controversial Supreme Court confirmation battle since Robert Bork and Clarence Thomas.

She didn’t want to keep talking about him as if everything was okay. Worst of all, she hated sorting through his mail. Reading the hatred people had for her family and worse, reading how others immortalized him into a god for what he’d done.