“In all of our experiences together, there always was that moment that I could have turned back and I never ever did. Even if it scared me to the core, to the very soul and fiber of my being, I still went forward into the unknown. Some may call that brave. I don't think I'd call it that. Stubborn beyond repair seemed more fitting.”

“I don't know what scares me more- When my daughter's start calling me daily or when they don't call...”

“I'd think, That ain't me, that ain't my face. It wasn't even me when I was trying to be that face. I wasn't even really me then; I was just being the way I looked, the way people wanted. It don't seem like I ever have been me.”

“Do real boys actually call girls baby? I don't have enough experience to know. I do know that if a guy ever called me baby, I'd probably laugh in his face. Or choke him.”

“But I didn't think I'd ever wanted her more than in that moment when I was witnessing her put herself back together.”

“It was as if she called to me, with every note and every word. To make matters worse, whether I liked it or not, I answered. With every fiber of my being, I answered her call.”