The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.

So she became impulsive, scared by her inaction into perpetual action.

There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, then all at once it gets awkward.

Who would you die for? Who would you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don't even know why he needs you?

Easy comfort isn't comforting

I wanted to, you know, get my story out in the world, which, it turns out, is a very misguided notion.

The pure and simple truth Is rarely pure and never simple. What's a boy to do When lies and truth are both sinful?