I'm ready to kill something. I'll probably only get as far as my brain cells, but I am going to kill them.

We were never tragedies. We were emergencies. You go ahead, call 9-1-1. Tell them I'm havin' a fantastic time.

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

Knowing me is easy. You can still twist your hair and feel silly. Look up the word tacky and have a salad. But when we're together you pull bread apart with your fingers into bites sometimes so small I gotta remind you, Peach, it is okay to be hungry.

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.

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.

...others, with halos shaped like rollercoasters you'd stand in line to ride twice.