“And this mess is so big And so deep and so tall, We cannot pick it up. There is no way at all!”

“Everyone is messed up in their own way. The funny part is we all don't want anyone else to know, so we work so hard to hide it.”

“The poet's job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name, to tell the truth in such a beautiful way, that people cannot live without it.”

“We grow up hungry for love, and in ways so deep as to remain unexpressed we long for our Maker to love us.”

“It's good to let God pick a man for you. We don't do so well when we pick them ourselves. They end up lipsticks in a drawer, all those wrong colors you thought looked so good in the package.”

“Honestly, I don’t quite know how we got to this point. I hated him on sight. I did this only for the money. I thought he was a fucked up mess. I still think he’s a fucked up mess. But so am I. And he’s so beautiful, so thoughtful, so vulnerable. We can be a mess together. I want to heal him. I know I can heal him.”