Singing about being rescued will never get old. Never.

This place is just a trailer for a film, Brandon. Our lives here. Heaven is like the movie. Except there’s only one trailer before the movie. And the movie won’t ever end.

Home should never be dark or full of shadows and secrets. It should be bright and full of open doors. It should be full of stories wanting to be told.

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

You can stand in the middle of a street and let the drops fall on you and feel refreshed. It’s like God’s little sprinkler.

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...

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...

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.

For parents, the days are long but the years are short.

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.

I’m sixteen with what I hope will be a long life ahead, but I’m willing to give it up, to give anything to let her live, to let her make it through the night.

I’ve got a lot of homework to do, and none of it has anything to do with school.

Sometimes you can lock the doors and close the blinds, but the monsters are still there inside your house, sleeping and breathing and just waiting to wake up and terrorize you all over again.