Quotes from Travis Thrasher

Part of me doesn't even know if we're together. I mean, we are-she likes me, and I want to run off to Mexico with her. So yeah, that's together, right? I guess I don't need a ring or anything.

We all make mistakes. There's a place we can take those to. There's a thing we can nail them to." Her eyes close for a moment and she sees the cross in the shadows of the fading light. "You can nail it to the cross and let it go, Dan. You can let someone else take that burden.

Suddenly, I can't move. I can't speak. I am set in stone, but it's a glorious chiseled sort of stone.

Writing a novel is like taking a long cross-country journey. The hardest part is getting going, making sure you have all the items you need to take with you, double- and triple-checking that the route you're taking is the best way. So often you leave your driveway and start north when you realize you actually needed to head southwest. I've never written a novel without a certain number of false starts. And it never seems to get easier. Part of me thinks it only gets harder.

This is teenage madness.

I want to cry. Like a serious mushy cry a middle-school girl might do after her favorite vampire couple has a baby or something.

let you down let you go let you die

She believes that going too far is wrong. Yet she's not trying to prove her point; she's just living it out.

Here's a teacher who's talking about Jesus and, oh no, she quotes a bible verse, horror of horrors. The world's breaking and torched and completely messed up, but God forbid some teacher mentions Jesus.

Guys can't tell girls what to do. That's an unspoken rule. Learn that now and you'll be way ahead of the game.

The young woman stood on the deck of the log cabin, looking into the tear-filled eyes of the man she loved. The normal mixture of mischievous charm and boyish confidence was gone. In its place lay emptiness and defeat. All because of her.

So yeah, maybe this will be the rest of our lives. Pot roast and Diet Cokes and my parents making eyes at each other. As for those slaps and punches and hateful words, we'll just sweep those under the rug or wherever they can go.

I think of this girl, this bright light coming from such a dark place. I know that the things she believes about God and the Bible and hope and all that are very real to her. They're not nice sayings on Twitter just to fill a box. They're the things she truly believes. I'm not sure I'm ready to rejoice, and I'm not quite ready to pray. The cool thing is that Marvel knows this. She knows this and doesn't seem to mind.

There are a thousand beautiful things behind that look. A marvelous sort of ache that only a few people know about. Some miraculous sort of sorrow she's managed to walk away from.

These pieces of you, imperfectly sewn and patched all over, blur by like a blinding pitch