It's Not What You Are.

It Must Be A Hard Thing, To Be A Father; Living In Fear That Your Daughter Would Meet A Boy She Liked, But Also Having To Worry If She Didn't.

It's Not The End. It's The Beginning.

I Wondered – Would A Bullet Through My Temple Actually Kill Me Or Just Leave A Really Big Mess For Me To Clean Up?

I Felt Like I Was Staring Out Across An Ocean That I Was Going To Have To Swim From Shore To Shore Before I Could Rest Again.

I Don't Have The Strength To Stay Away From You Anymore