Thirteen Days to Midnight

Faith never stays put. It's always challenging always questioning. That's what makes it real.

The Grim Reaper doesn't disappear... he catches up.

I've stabbed two people with a fork today. What's wrong with me?

Did I mention you're going to have to drive on our date?" I asked. "Cheap bastard.

I go to a Catholic school and I'm telling you: invisibility = eternal damnation. You can take it to the bank.

Yeah, a lot more than he likes you," said Oh. It didn't look like Milo appreciated the joke very much. "That's debatable," said Milo. "Is not," said Oh. She leaned in and put her pink cast against my cheek, kissing me quickly on the lips. "That's incredibly unfair. If we were gay you'd be up a creek without a paddle. You wouldn't even be in the game." "He's right, you know," I said. "Aw. You guys are having a bromance. That's really cute.

She was gorgeous and fearless and I was in awe.

I killed a guy, maybe two. Possibly three. I have one power. Not two or three or four. Just one. I met a girl, and she changed everything.

You are indestructible .J For some reason I felt light-headed when I finished writing and looked up at her, like I'd stood up too fast or the oxygen had left my brain. Oh pulled her arm back, looked thoughtfully at the words, and replied, "It's upside down, but I like it. You done good, Jacob.

Let's assume for a moment that you, Oh, do not choose God. Does this prevent Him from choosing you? I conclude, from these many verses, that it does not. Either He saves everyone or He saves no one.