While the subject matter is lynching, on a deeper level, this novel is about identity. Whom and what we identify ourselves with determines our characters, determines who we are, and what we do.

Love happened. Love came to show you that you could be more than you could ever imagine, because love forced you out of the narrows of yourself and thrust you into a vastness that stretched from one end of time to the other. Nothing mattered except being in the presence of love, the greatest beauty of all.

Faith is not something that one has; faith is something that one practices at the very moment in your life when you really don’t believe anything, and you’re in the worst kind of despair.

To write and not tell the truth? That would be death for any writer. But more, it would be death to the imagination. And if the imagination dies, what would happen to the souls of children?

Books, and especially fiction, do not proceed from ideas. They are born from feelings.

Freeform radio is an art form. The airwaves are the empty canvas, the producer is the artist, and the sound is the paint.

But I want you around even when I don’t need you. – Jeremy Richards.

Just because she’s dead it doesn’t mean I stopped loving her or that she stopped loving me. It’s just her body that left. The love didn’t. – Jenna Richards.

It ain’t how long you know somebody that means anything. It’s what that person mean to you in your heart.

I’m tired of thinking and I’m really tired of Feeling. – Jenna Richards.