I think that the best way to explain that is that my mother gave me all the color and character and flare and liveliness, and my father gave me all the sanity and nature and all the things that helped me be a more rounded human being.
All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.
Perseverance is failing 19 times and succeeding the 20th.
I don't want to be thought of as wholesome.
I hate the word wholesome.
I know I probably have a lot of rage in me that I don't show. But I'm not about to wallow in it or reveal it.