Home is not where you live, but where they understand you
There is a ghost That eats handkerchiefs; It keeps you company On all your travels
The man you see here now, a priest, there's no way I would have ever imagined being Catholic or a priest,
It changes every year. I call my vendors and ask what's going to be available. They tell me 'This is going to be coming,' and I make my menu from there.
Loving all of it even while he had to hate some of it because he knows now that you don't love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.