“Signore, pietà.” Madalena recited the words along with the rest of the congregation. Cass sighed. Everyone else was apologizing to God for their sins, and here she was dreaming up some new ones.”
“Like everyone else in the house, she suffers from dreams.”
“She technically apologized yesterday, but it was one of those married-people apologies, more of a tactical move than anything else, a way of moving on with things.”
“One of these days some simple soul will pick up the book of God, read it, and believe it. Then the rest of us will be embarrassed.”
“I'm curious how someone...finds God, or solace, or peace or whatever it is he finds out here alone...while he's reciting words. Is it just a matter of believing what you say?”
“God is only a word dreamed up to explain the world”