“Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa”

“Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa”—my fault, my fault, my most grievous fault—as she pounded her fist to her chest three times as if pounding shut a door to keep her guilt from escaping.”

“No, no," Mr. Darling always said, "I am responsible for it all. I, George Darling, did it. MEA CULPA, MEA CULPA." He had had a classical education.”

“Sleeping in the same bed with someone to whom you can admit your failings is a lasting comfort indeed. This is not about "mea culpa" as surrender, it is about "mea culpa" as mortar in binding together the uneven bricks of a human foundation.”

“- Draga mea, te iubesc- Și pe mine?!?*- Draga mea, te iubesc- Și tu?!*- Draga mea, te iubesc- Excelent, se poartă!*- Draga mea, te iubesc- Mă zăpăcești.*- Draga mea, te iubesc- Vai, ce drăguț.*- Draga mea, te iubesc- Sper că nu am nici-o vină.*- Draga mea, te iubesc- Ei, toate ca toate, dar înțelege că azi e duminică.”

“What do you do when you find yourself out in a lie—even a white one? Well, one thing for sure, you don't put on black, you don't mourn and beat out a staccato mea culpa on your breast. You go! Get the hell out! Take a chance! Forget you're an American, living in the suburbs of success, hoping to move into the big city...You go!”