But one of the things I learned is that when you fight for something you believe in and you tell the truth and you do your best, you can always hold your head up high and no one can take that away from you.
I just learned not to take a single thing for granted, and I think it just is extraordinary.
We don't necessarily always agree, but hopefully we make each other think, and that's what matters.
There has to be room for people to make mistakes and lead their own lives.
I was very close to my mother, and her death, which left a gaping hole in my life, has been very difficult for me and my father in a lot of ways.
I have the rare privilege of talking to my dad every night at 10 p.m. and hearing about what he did that day.
You're blinded by lights and you see all these people who come out, and it's exciting. It's scary and it's exciting all rolled into one.
I think my dad is this great, wonderful... man with a lot of integrity, who is fighting for things he believes in and is serious in what he wants to see happen and serious in helping people.
It wasnt until two or three years ago that I actually learned that in the end he actually did kill someone. But that was a choice that he faced: to kill or be killed.
My father loves his country and is ready to lead it. In my fathers gut: integrity.
I think that standing onstage on January 19th, and my father had just defied all expectations and won Iowa, was by far the most surreal moment.
The dinner table is a lively debate, and everybody weighs in in a different way. I like that, though.
It was definitely a part of our life. I mean, my mom had both her brothers and her fiancee in Vietnam at the same time, so it wasn't just my dad's story, it was my mom's story too. And we definitely grew up listening to the stories.
I, for one, am actually still incredibly idealistic, and I still can credibly or very strongly believe that you have to keep fighting for what you believe in, because it's only when you stop that you've truly lost.
