Every time I see her, I feel hope again, because she radiates it, invites it, expects it. I have never known her to be defeated, and she is impatient when others are not being helped or uplifted. She is–and this will sound silly and simple–a legitimately good person, soulful, aware. Hope is an illusive, invisible, transient thing, but Frannie is real, present, and a reminder that it exists.
From a conversation in 2004