I love road trips. You get into this Zen rhythm; throw sense of time out the window.

If you have to end up in the hospital, try to focus all your pain in your heart rather than your head.

Life being what it is, one dreams not of revenge. One just dreams.

It bothered me in a kind of Charles Manson way to have a brown smear of blood on my wall but I also liked it because every time I looked at it I was reminded that I was, at that very moment, not bleeding from my face. And those are powerful words of hope, really.

Her faith in a loving and forgiving God is strong, but she worships laughter.

It’s hard to grieve in a town where everything that happens is God’s will. It’s hard to know what to do with your emptiness when you’re not supposed to have emptiness.

Is it wrong to trust in a beautiful lie if it helps you get through life?