You can say a lot of bad things about Alabama, but you can't say that Alabamans as a people are duly afraid of deep fryers.

I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.

When it comes to girls (and in Colin's case, it so often did), everyone has a type. Colin Singleton's type was not physical but linguistic: he liked Katherines. And not Katies or Kats or Kitties or Cathys or Rynns or Trinas or Kays or Kates or, god forbid, Catherines. K-A-T-H-E-R-I-N-E. He had dated 19 girls. All of them had been named Katherine. And all of them- every single solitary one- had dumped him.

Because it's kind of great, being an idea that everybody likes. But I could never be the idea to myself, not all the way.

Jesus, I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm just going to do it.

Everybody was so kind. Strong, too. In the darkest days, the Lord puts the best people into your life." "Quick, give me a throw pillow and some thread because that needs to be an Encouragement.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.