His father's made us paint half this town and if we stick around any longer he'll make us paint the rest of it." -Jonah Griggs

What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?" "Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand.

What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.

Hold my hand because I might disappear.

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.

Do you think people have noticed that I'm around?" "I notice when you're not. Does that count?

No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable.

I think if I'm ever asked to recall what Year 12 was all about, I'll remember it as one big cappuccino experience.

It's like you have a plan and someone comes along and makes you want to change it all, but you still like your first plan, no matter how fantastic the second one makes you feel.

Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

Never worry about what others have

Despite opinions to the contrary, restoring Godly values is the most progressive course of action that we could ever hope to take.

And from the coffin of your madness there is no escape.

If you play and work hard then rest hard.

Enlightenment values of individual freedom are manifested best in individual acts of criticism and defiance.

A truly obedient man does not discriminate between one thing and another, since his only aim is to execute faithfully whatever may be assigned to him.

I don't know why it is, but I just love soul music and all that old country stuff. I guess somehow my heart mixed them both together as I made my albums.

Pity the man who has a favorite restaurant, but not a favorite author. He's picked out a favorite place to feed his body, but he doesn't have a favorite place to feed his mind!

Not only is there an art in knowing a thing, but also a certain art in teaching it.

The knowledge that my discriminations are skewed and not always universally desirable doesn't stop me in the least from making them.