We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming - well, that’s like saying you can never change your fate.

He asked if he could recite a poem he had written that morning: 'You speak,' he said, 'the language of shooting stars, more surprising than sunrise, more brilliant than the sun, as brief as sunset. I want to follow its trail to eternity.

Then you must teach my daughter this same lesson. How to lose your innocence but not your hope. How to laugh forever.

A mother is always the beggining. She is how things begin.

Hope is the adrenalin of the soul.

My mother said I was a clingy kid until I was about four. I also remember that from the age of eight she and I fought almost every day.

So this is what I will do. I will gather together my past and look. I will see a thing that has already happened. the pain that cut my spirit loose. I will hold that pain in my hand until it becomes hard and shiny, more clear. And then my fierceness can come back, my golden side, my black side. I will use this sharp pain to penetrate my daughter's tough skin and cut her tiger spirit loose. She will fight me, because this is the nature of two tigers. But I will win and giver her my spirit, because this is the way a mother loves her daughter.