“God forgive me everything!’ she said, feeling the impossibility of struggling...”
“You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.”
“In reality, not one of us will ever be worthy. It is useless to attempt earning it; you'll never feel ready. It is unknown and uncomfortable. But there really is a God who forgives everything and loves endlessly.”
“God forgive me for what I've done. God forgive me for what I will do, and forgive me for what I can't do because my religion won't let me.”
“Love me, then, or hate me, as you will," I said at last, "you have my full and free forgiveness: ask now for God's, and be at peace.”
“I'll tell you something,' she said. 'I'm not sure I ever really liked him.' Adam?' I said. 'I don't blame you.' 'Not Adam,' she said, struggling to swallow a greedily chomped chunk. 'God.”