If they can't do it in California, it can't be done anywhere.

My relatives used to laugh when I talked of being a writer.

At 8, I made a pact with God.

God's 'failures' are really man's failures.

I converse with my dog through ESP

Saints rarely have friends; they are usually hated and derided, for they love and love is always rejected by hard-hearted men....saints do not advertise themselves; good men do not seek out a name in the world....the saints did what they did almost in stealth, asking nothing except that men love God.

Are we not all desperate one way or another?