A summer rain had left the night clean and sparkling with drops of water. I leaned against the end pillar of the gallery, my head touching the soft tendrils of a jasmine which grew there in a constant battle with a wisteria, and I thought of what lay before me throughout the world and throughout time, and resolved to go about it delicately and reverently, learning that from each thing which would take me best to another.

Perhaps this is the only real evil left.

What is written beneath this heavy handsome book cover will count, so sayeth this cover.

Everyone is a potential naked slave to you once you become a trainer.

I would have done just about anything for him.

Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt

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