You're a free-standing landing pad held together by choir claps.

Stop congregating in the valley just because an echo sounds good when it agrees with itself.

The best songs are the ones about Georgia, even though I've never been there. It's the only place I still believe in Jesus.

We both spend our money on things that break too easily like… people.

The first time my town saw the sky it sucker-punched us in the throat, left us breathless, said, I'm gonna keep you awake some nights without touching you. You'll make it up, the pain, you always do.

There was a typewriter buried alive in that horse, the one I road to get out of the flood.

There is a point when tears don't work to wash things away anymore. Grabbing for breath has now broken my fingers.