Milch’s recollections evince how, often as not, it works the other way around. Sometimes the glory of being one’s self, to still be loathed, must be clad again and again in filth.
— REVIEW: Life’s Work by David Milch • Commonweal
I only mean to suggest that our wounds will remain ours, extrinsically and gratuitously and mysteriously receiving not just some meaning, but even and perhaps especially dignity.
— The Monstrosity of Christ’s Resurrection • Church Life Journal
The truth is that all babies die. The difference that makes a difference is when. It is, as we say, a matter of time.
— [Untitled] • Macrina Magazine