Regina Doman Quotes

His eyes gravitated towards the wall-to-wall bookshelf at one end of the room. 'You folks like books, I see.

The world was still a turbulent and uncertain place. And there were serpents.

But serpents still make the world a place for adventures, Rose reminded herself.

How do you say, 'Bring me steak and eggs or I'll slit your throat' in Italian?

She couldn't picture anyone falling madly in love with such a person as Fish. What a name, Fish ... Fish: think cold, slippery, detached. Benedict: think dry scholarly monk from the Dark Ages. Denniston: think English preparatory school, stolid country squire. Nothing about his name sounded the least bit romantic.

Try to be a whole person. Not just a night person, or a day person. Be the kind of person who can live in both.

There was a silence. Then Paul looked at Alex.
'She knows Chesterton.'
'She lives,' said Alex.

Catholic fiction of the type we're publishing is stories that we know faithful Catholics will enjoy - stories they can escape with, laugh at, cry with; stories that will enrich their lives.

Oh, but a real princess would know that hard work ennobles the soul,' Rose objected. 'That would be one of the signs.

The boys at school are so degenerate that it makes one feel pessimistic about the future of the male gender in general.

Bear heard Rose in the background saying, 'Why thank you, Mr. Fish.'
'Good redhead. Helpful redhead,' Fish returned.

Hello again, violinist,' he said in a hoarse voice. 'Fancy meeting you here.

Standing in the back of the dark opera house and gazing at the huge stage before them, gay with gold-scrolled scenery and sumptuously costumed singers, the air vivid with bright music, was one of the most enthralling experiences of Blanche's life. For a time, she forgot her doubts about reality in the sheer delight of illusion. But, as Rose reminded her during the intermission, perhaps it wasn't illusion. Perhaps it was a glimpse of what reality was really like.

My parents reverted to their Catholic faith through the charismatic renewal, so I was raised charismatic.

For years, we in publishing have been hearing from Catholic readers that they really yearn for Catholic fiction.

My skin's too white." she said.
Says who, Snow White?" he said, touching her cheek lightly with one hand.

Have you ever felt that there was something going on in life that not everyone was aware of?

Evil isn't beautiful on its own. You know?'
'Well, good people are sometimes ugly-' Blanche said at last.
'I don't know about that. Not really,' Bear shook his head. 'If the good's there, and you look for it, you'll see it in some way.'
'I think Bear is right,' Rose said decidedly. 'Fairy tales teach you that. No one who's really good ever stays ugly. It's always a disguise.

Fish sighed and reached for the hotel phone. 'How do you say, "Bring me steak and eggs or I'll slit your throat" in Italian?' he asked.

Some of them are okay, but the popular girls like to pick on my sister, and almost all the guys are gross. I don't know why guys are like that. Do you?

Evil things often look beautiful.
But that's because they've stolen the beauty from the good ... Evil isn't beautiful on its own.

There's something strange about you-" she started to say.
Oh, well, thanks!" he chuckled, his brown eyes twinkling at her.

What is your name?' Mother queried....
Bear,' he said.

Every once in a while you just have to decide to do something very crazy and very right
just to dare yourself to live. I don't mean doing something stupid and destructive
just something fun and good and beautiful.

I always knew I was going to grow up to be a storyteller; that's one of the earliest things I remember about myself. There was never a question of me not writing.

I won't get killed,' Rose protested.
Is that a promise?' Fish asked dryly, stirring his tea. 'If you break your word, I'll never believe you again.'
Rose shook her head at him. 'How can you even taste your tea if you put that much sugar in it?'
Don't change the subject. I don't want to be responsible for depriving the world of Rose Brier. Under no circumstances are you allowed to help us do anything more dangerous than ... change the oil in my car.

Some scars never heal. And he sounds like he has a lot of them.'
'But Christ had scars too, even on His risen Body. Wounds in this life become glory in the next.

I think that if a real princess was lost in this modern world and she could be whatever she wanted, she would be a musician,' Blanche said slowly. 'A violinist, or a harpist. That would be the only place where she could find solace for her lost kingdom.

I'm not afraid," she said defensively.

Now he seemed humored. "Of course. You're not afraid of anything. At least you think you're not. That's why I'm sending you home."

Thank you for your advice." Rose thrust her chin in the air and marched away, not looking back. She was almost sure she heard him laughing softly behind her.

I shall have twenty cats and talk to them all," she said, picking up the volume of poetry. "My cats and I shall have fish every day for dinner." Her imagination taking flight, she finished, dropping the book into the box, "And I shall memorize every line in this book and paint it in calligraphy on my living room walls.

She remembered that once, when she was a little girl, she had seen a pretty young woman with golden hair down to her knees in a long flowered dress, and had said to her, without thinking, "Are you a princess?" The girl had laughed very kindly at her and asked her what her name was. Blanche remembered going away from her, led by her mother's hand, thinking to herself that the girl really was a princess, but in disguise. And she had resolved that someday, she would dress as though she were a princess in disguise.

She hurried off, leaving Rose feeling like the tiny soap suds left over from a burst bubble.

Blanche, prosaic in a pale yellow sweater and blue jeans, was wondering again if anything mattered - -life, faith
specifically, finishing homework assignments.