To come to peace with the moving on. It is a gift, in a way. We spend so much of our time fighting death, as we should. But sometimes the greatest gift we can give ourselves, and in turn the ones we love, is to know when to let go. To know when it is time—and to be at peace with that.

My mom was there to answer the unanswerable, to make sense of the fault in our life - and we got through that somehow; we came out on the other side. Now I'm 0 for 2 and I don't get any more pitches to swing at.

Sometimes, when we are sad, we have to do the opposite of sad. Sometimes we have to sing.

Standing up for what's right is a huge burden to bear. It's normal to have some doubt.

Trains are all the ways you miss each other-wrong train, wrong tracks, wrong time.

I don't need to be any place else, because the music takes me to the only place I want to be right now. To the place where I am and have always been wholly me, the only church I've ever belonged to, the only place I've ever prayed.

Sometimes instinct can be wrong. But sometimes it can be right too. And sometimes you just have to take it on faith.