You are alone when something like this happens. Doesn't matter how many people love you and want to help you. You are alone. When Marchent died, she was alone.

As if the night had said to me, ‘You are the night and the night alone understands you and enfolds you in its arms’ One with the shadows. Without nightmare. An inexplicable peace.

Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.

I wish we had more visible Christian and Catholic leaders who talked about love.

But all morality is of necessity shaped by context. I'm not talking relativism, no. To ignore the context of a decision is in fact immoral.

The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.

It is tragic that many in America think of us - Christians - as being people who hate others.