Hello again, violinist,' he said in a hoarse voice. 'Fancy meeting you here.

Some scars never heal. And he sounds like he has a lot of them.' 'But Christ had scars too, even on His risen Body. Wounds in this life become glory in the next.

There are billions of men in the world, probably millions near my age. Maybe hundreds who are compatible with me. Maybe at least a dozen who would want to date me. There's got to be at least five on the continent whom I could probably marry. So why am I so hung up on this one guy?

Try to be a whole person.Not just a night person, or a day person. Be the kind of person who can live in both.

The boys at school are so degenerate that it makes one feel pessimistic about the future of the male gender in general.

Evil isn't beautiful on its own. You know?' 'Well, good people are sometimes ugly-' Blanche said at last. 'I don't know about that. Not really,' Bear shook his head. 'If the good's there, and you look for it, you'll see it in some way.' 'I think Bear is right,' Rose said decidedly. 'Fairy tales teach you that. No one who's really good ever stays ugly. It's always a disguise.

For years, we in publishing have been hearing from Catholic readers that they really yearn for Catholic fiction.