“My fault? How the hell is this"--I waved my arm across the table-- my fault?""You know we don't believe in hell, so stop using that word in our presence," Bridie said."Fine. How in fucked-up fairyland is this my fault?”
“I hoped that she knew the truth--that it wasn't her fault, or my fault, or even his fault. No matter how many times I wanted to believe it was. This was my life, and this is how it was ending.”
“It's all my fault! Everything is my fault and no one knows it more than me. We're all in hell and I'm the one that put us here.”
“Road to hell paved in unbought stuffed dogs. Not my fault.”
“I am the earthquake of love. How you feel is my fault.”
“They say nothing is my fault, and I wish they wouldn't say that. How can a man be forgiven if nothing is his fault?”