“God isn't exactly hanging out with me these days.”

“That will give me time to hang out with Finley." His thin eyebrows waggled. "Show her what a real man can do with Legos.”

“Don't hang on to old hurts. You can spend your years blaming God, blaming other people. But in the end it was a choice.”

“God, what is wrong with me? I've been watching too much Gossip Girl. Reading too many snarky books. Maybe I should listen to a bunch of Christian music or watch some Hannah Montana with Budge. I know, I'll view VeggieTales until the evil is purged out of me, and all the comes out of me is goodness, light, and songs about cucumbers.”

“When I get to heaven one day, I'm going to ask God how it's possible that time moves so much quicker on the weekends than on school days.”

“Dream about me while you're in school.""Would that be with or without your false teeth?"He gave me a slow wink. "They're fangs.""Kind of sad you have to use props to get the girls.""It's absolutely tragic, isn't it?" His smile reached his eyes. "Be sure to put me on your prater list.”

“Does your love reach this far, God? And if it extends to heaven and beyond… why can’t it seem to find me?”