We were never a family that had a lot. We had enough, but not a lot.

In a sense, having cancer takes you by the shoulders and shakes you.

If I had lost a leg, I would tell them, instead of a boy, no one would ever ask me if I was 'over it'. They would ask me how I was doing learning to walk without my leg. I was learning to walk and to breathe and to live without Wade. And what I was learning is that it was never going to be the life I had before.

You never know when something's going to hit you in a particular way and just knock you loose.

I would have made different choices. You know, I might have married somebody else.

I'm not worried about me or what's going to happen to me.

A lot of people have great hope, and a lot of people who have great hope live. And, some of them who have great hope die. So it's not that hope is going to save you.