Evil is committed without effort, naturally, fatally; goodness is always the product of some art.
“I took all of my rejection letters - there must have been thousands of them in a huge box - and I went out on the curb and burned them all, crying.”
“What does it mean to be Catholic and not a Catholic? I feel adrift, homeless. My Catholic imagination allows me to see the soul as a lit breath, seeking the divine. It persists.”