And now?" came my dad's voice. "Now who am I?" "The man who chose his girlfriend over his family." I turned and looked at my father. "Someone whose words I don't believe.

— Jenny B. Jones

Bella, leave the aggressive stuff to me." My heart quirks in my chest. I may not like this guy, but that sounded so hot. "Um..." Focus, focus. "What?

— Jenny B. Jones

Can you tell me what happened?" Her lips thinned as she shook her head. "'Tis not a happy tale."" You have me reading a book about a girl who tries to kill an entire town. Anything else at this point would be a pick me up.

— Jenny B. Jones

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

— Jenny B. Jones

He says that it’s okay to be fearful. That some of God’s strongest warriors were frightened. The difference between a believer and the rest of the world is that we press on. We can be shaking in our boots, but we don’t turn back.

— Jenny B. Jones

I believe God spoke to you at cliffs. Her hand came to rest on the top of my head. But perhaps you weren't truly listening

— Jenny B. Jones

Life can be hard in the real world.

— Jenny B. Jones

Maybe tell me about those letters. Confession is good for the soul." I expected her to tear into me yet again, but instead she stayed silent for several seconds, running her fingers over the trim of her blanket. "I do believe my soul is past the point of helping."" That's not true. It's never too late." She looked at the town as we walked by, her eyes heavy with fatigue. And an ache so deep, it didn't have a name. I'd seen that look in my own mirror." I gave up that right many years ago," she said. "My fate is like those envelopes-sealed and tossed aside.

— Jenny B. Jones

My fate is like those envelopes – sealed and tossed aside.

— Jenny B. Jones

Oh, to be the author of prison letters. It's a young girl's dream come true.

— Jenny B. Jones