God Will Punish The Wicked. And Before

There's A Place In The Brain For Knowing What Cannot Be Remembered.

I Don’t Know A Perfect Person. I Only Know Flawed People Who Are Still Worth Loving.

I'm A Grenade, I Just Want To Stay Away From People And Read Books, And Think.

I Could Be Worse, You Know." "how?" I Asked, Teasing. "i Mean, I Have A Work Of Calligraphy Over My Toilet That Reads, 'bathe Yourself In The Comfort Of God's Words,' Hazel. I Could Be Way Worse." "sounds Unsanitary," I Said.

He Really Was Beautiful. I Know Boys Aren’t Supposed To Be, But He Was.