“How do you console my mom or give her light support
Tellin' her her son's on life support?
And just imagine how my girl feel,
On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like Emmett Till.”

“Her pupils were at once her salvation and her despair. They gave her the means of supporting life, but they made life hardly worth supporting.”

“Oh my son's my son till he gets a wife,
But my daughter's my daughter all her life.”

“Like most girls, her imagination carried her just as far as the altar and no further.”

“How do you think it is on a Jewish mother? It’s horrible for her to see her son facing these accusations.”

“Tell her about it
Tell her everything you feel
Give her every reason to accept
That you're for real.
Tell her about it.
Tell her all your crazy dreams.
Let her know you need her
Let her know how much she means.”

“"Hey, what's the name of that nice young girl, my loyalist supporter?" I said, Mr. President, her name is Annie Ferrer. "Will you give that girl my regards and kisses?" he asked. I said yes, of course--it was really strange.”

“How strange it was that this other woman, this girl-child, should speak of her son so possessively, should speak of his future as if it were her own future.”

“You want me to give her a key?" the guy asked.
"I want you to give her a possibility," she told him, looking at my necklace again. "And that's what a key represents. An open door, a chance. You know?”

“I looked into her eyes. "Mom, who do you pray to?"

I just pray, Daniel. That's all.”