"My parents don't remember their earliest conversation. What was said when, who spoke first and why - these are details more than 40 years gone. All my father can tell me is that he met my mother in his storefront ministry centre in 1968, in a section of Boston known as "The Gut" because it had the highest incidence of stabbings in the city. At the time, he was a Catholic priest wearing a white plastic collar like a lock around his neck. She was a nun in a virgin's black veil."
- Unholy Matrimony by Peter Manseau