We have to become saints. We have to become like Christ. Anything less is simply not enough.

You sense my loneliness, (...) my bitterness at being shut out of life. My bitterness that I'm evil, that I don't deserve to be loved and yet I need love hungrily. My horror that I can never reveal myself to mortals. But these things don't stop me, Mother. I'm too strong for them to stop me. As you said yourself once, I am very good at being what I am. These things merely now and then make me suffer, that's all

And I loved this moment for all it's pain...We seemed for a moment like two parts of the same thing.

I am deeply discouraged by Catholic Bishops who say Catholics cannot support same sex marriage in our secular culture.

Evil is always possible. Goodness is a difficulty.

Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.

If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.