Faith never stays put. It's always challenging always questioning. That's what makes it real.

He has guided my hands in ways I don't always understand, ways that people of this world would scoff at. But there is a purpose for all that I have ever made, even if I don't understand for certain what that purpose is.

I killed a guy, maybe two. Possibly three. I have one power. Not two or three or four. Just one. I met a girl, and she changed everything.

She was gorgeous and fearless and I was in awe.

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning.

The Grim Reaper doesn't disappear... he catches up.

I've stabbed two people with a fork today. What's wrong with me?