I feel like I haven't done my best work yet.
My mother gave me my drive but my father gave me my dreams.
The regrets of yesterday and the fear of tomorrow can kill you.
I've got a good life, and I don't think anything can rock that anymore.
If we had a hard time, my mother would sit me down and we would talk about it, and she kept talking and kept processing until we started to laugh about it.
But I don't think there's any reason to get married again, especially after what I've been through.