But the thing about a cry for help is that someone else needs to be around to hear it.

I guess it's a choice we make," she said. "What's a choice?" I asked. And she said, "How much of the world we let in.

I'm not a very happy person," I told him."But sometimes I can trick myself into thinking I am.

This isn't even something I've feared, because I never knew it was a possibility.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

Pride is allowed to have an element of worry, especially when you are a mother.

Tell me a way you think this can work." "We'll find a way," I tell her. "That's not an answer. It's a hope." "Hope's gotten us this far. Not answers.