He let out a long sorry sigh and I love that look on his face, that disappointment. I understand now why girls resist,just for that sweet look of regret.

If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.

When you little, you only get asked two questions, what’s your name and how old you is, so you better get em right.

it always sound scarier when a hollerer talk soft.

She's wearing a tight red sweater and a red skirt and enough makeup to scare a hooker.

She hug me around my neck, say, "You're righter than Miss Taylor." I tear up then. My cup is spilling over. Those is new words to me.

Mother calls up the stairs to ask what in the world I'm typing up there all day and I holler down, 'Just typing up some notes from the Bible study. Just writing down all the things I love about Jesus.