“I worshipped you too much. I am punished for it. You worshipped yourself too much. We are both punished.”
“...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?...”
“There is too much tendency to attribute to God the evils that man does of his own free will. I must concede you the Devil. God doesn't really need to punish us, Miss Barton. We're so busy punishing ourselves.”
“I'm not so much a good friend as I am the saviour who wants you to worship him forever.”
“Don't punish yourself,' she heard her say again, but there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.”
“I am too young and I've loved you too much.”