There's a lot that is awful. That's the struggle of getting old. To make sure you don't let what's hard...obscure the beauty.

Try a little tenderness.

Remember that no matter where I am or what I'm doing I've got a special place inside me that's all for you. It's been there since the day we met.

Sometimes you want to hear your own mother's voice.

I wouldn't say I'm stuck in my adolescence, but I think, like a lot of people, I carry my teen years with me. I feel really in touch with those feelings, and how intense and complicated life seems in those years.

It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.

I lived too much in my head instead of the real world.