If we were created in God’s image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions.

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

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

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.

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

How honest is it that we drink until we are dehydrated?

Hearts don't break, y'all. They bruise and get better.