I want to make the world into something better so that he can be okay.

It taught that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries onto the paper, and then what it ultimately becomes.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

Don't forget how you got here. Don't Forget.

No matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am.

She would do anything, anything to belong to his son after a lifetime of belonging to no one at all.

You can try to please everyone and risk accomplishing nothing, or go for your dreams and risk pissing a few people off.