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

We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost.

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

I am standing like shoe polish on an overstocked shelf hoping that one day someone will pick me to make things better.

I don't care to be good, Sheriff. I care to be whole.

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.