I think I get it now. It doesn't matter how nice home is--it just matters that it feels like home.

It reminded him that time was short, but that beautiful endings could still be found at the end of cold, dreary days.

After a lifetime of nods, frowns and stoic smiles, they were both fluent in emotional shorthand.

He'd do what he always did, find the sweet among the bitter.

The hardest choices in life aren't between what's right and what's wrong but between what's right and what's best.

Henry, this isn't about us. I mean it is, but they don't define you by the button you wear. They define you by what you do, by what your actions say about you. And coming here, despite your parents, says a lot to them- and me. And they're Americans first. They don't see you as the enemy. They see you as a person.

I think I get it now. It doesn't matter how nice home is--it just matters that it feels like home.