“Margaret looked up at him from where she sat by the window. "Oh, Brother Gregory, what's wrong with your hand" "I'm just scratching it; it itches." "Really, is it red?" "No, it's just a bite. You gave me a flea."… — Judith Merkle Riley Copy Share Image
“Why the Romans, Father?" I asked him one afternoon. "Because, my child, they teach us how to bear suffering in a world of injustice… — Judith Merkle Riley Copy Share Image
A cat improves the garden wall in sunshine, and the hearth in foul weather. — Judith Merkle Riley Copy Share Image
“Now, if God were a woman, things would be entirely different, it seemed to me. Certainly She wouldn’t make a girl get married when… — Judith Merkle Riley Copy Share Image
“He didn't want to puff her up. Puffed-up women are one of the original sources of trouble in the world. If anyone knew that,… — Judith Merkle Riley Copy Share Image
“I could feel something cold stalking my heart. It was fear. They all begin this way, I thought, with pledges of love.” — Judith Merkle Riley Copy Share Image
“How funny we are, I thought, the way we dance about each other, each afraid of being hurt by the other.” — Judith Merkle Riley Copy Share Image
“Margaret looked up at him from where she sat by the window. "Oh, Brother Gregory, what's wrong with your hand" "I'm just scratching it;… — Judith Merkle Riley Copy Share Image
