“... God is not a Sunday plumber - he's always available...”

“...Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable...”

“...when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells - I've never forgotten that moment...”

“...I've always idealized women I've loved - they all fell short, save one - the one God chose for me - she lights up a room by walking into it...”

“...God daubs stars into galaxies with fiery paint - the same lacquer he uses upon your lips...”

“... you are lovely - God has painted every feature of your soul ...”

“...it begins with isolation - demons always inhabit desolate places...”