And I have thought since about where the strength came from to choose the fight, and I have decided it did not come from hope, because I had very little hope in there.

It came from love, which is a different and sturdier thing than hope.

Hope needs a reasonable chance to survive on; love needs nothing at all.

Love does not calculate the odds.

Love just refuses to stop trying, whether the odds are good or hopeless or unknown, because the trying is not a strategy — it is the very shape love takes when everything else has been stripped away.

I could not give my children safety in that vault.