I respond, thoughts dropping away, like pebbles plopping one by one in water, sinking down, down into dark oblivion.

The heart that truly loves never forgets.

He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. "I do", I admit.

Before I sought truth. Now I seek justice.

Yeah. A real date. Something official. You. Me. Tonight. We're long overdue.

All my life people have called me gifted. Extraordinary. Blessed. I had all these dreams to become something. Someone. No one ever said I couldn't. No one ever said Killer.

Because I know what it feels like to be used, valued only for what you can do... not who you are, not who you want to be.

Ironic, huh? To keep that part of me alive, I have to be close to that which kills it.

You have my word. If you return with me, you won't be harmed. I'd die first.

After running for my life from hunters, a girl with too much lip gloss doesn't register on my fear radar.

I am what everyone always thought. A killer.

By recalling God’s past provision, we can reassure ourselves that what He has done in the past, He will do again in the future.

I'm an elephant today. I will need to have lots of room and also a bowl of water on the floor.

We fear what we don’t know, or whatever seems like a mystery to us.

It was the hardest boyfriend I ever had to break up with [referring to crystal methamphetamines]

The ordinary think inside of the box, the extraordinary think outside of the box, but genius thinks inside, outside, below and above the box.

God gave you a gift of 86 400 seconds today. Have you used one to say "thank you"?

Those who remember the past tend to get the story really screwed up.

It is maybe not the best choice to have a favorite anything.

Anyone ever lost in the wild knows that nature wants you dead.

Id rather be seen the way I am now instead of falling over myself walking out of a club.