Why would someone do this to him? I don't understand why.
I have to remember him by pictures, by what we did, that's not fair. That's not fair at all.
They need to suffer like we're all suffering because we lost a good guy.
Preston wanted to be the dad he didn't know. So when we first found out [we were pregnant], I remember it was late, he ran outside, he was just screaming, because he was just so happy.
Seize the day, and put the least possible trust in tomorrow.
I feel sorry for Siebert getting a little business from these so-called experts.
I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty
Edgar Allan Poe