...you cannot punish a wet child for the rain.

Kind of like love before first sight.” and “Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.

The Sisters were Southern Baptist, and they went to church on Saturdays and Sundays, and most other days, too.

A vegetarian? Are you insane? That's worse than bein' a quarter demon!

Are you insinuatin' that my daughter is a liar?" "Oh, no, not at all. I'm saying your daughter is a liar. Surely you can appreciate the difference.

It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.

Good for you, Ethan." That's what my poor mama would've said. Ma'am.