I will go to my grave wishing that I did more. Wishing that I didn't sleep as much. Wishing that I didn't waste so much time. Wishing that I fought harder.

I just try to walk the walk. I try to live every day with the utmost honesty and integrity to myself and the people around me.

I have been so damn lucky to be able to do what I love my entire life. I never take that for granted.

My grandmother taught me two very important lessons before she passed: hold the door for everyone and always say "thank you." That means to treat everyone the same, no matter if it is the President or a homeless mother begging for food. And never forget to thank those who have helped you, whether it is the person serving you food at a restaurant or your third-grade teacher who taught you the multiplication tables.

Fighting for social justice is not about leaving the mainstream. It is about being right in the middle of it.

Let us not aspire to four-year goals but rather forty-year goals.

I am certainly vulnerable when I sit down with parents who have lost their children to gun violence. The emotion that they experience is so foreign to me that I find it very hard to say the right things.