“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.”

“Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa”

“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.”

“She opened her heart and her home to her Purpose, and waited for it to come in.”

“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.”

“Please God, please God, can you please tell me why? I ask this of you, yet in my heart, I know.”

“She did not believe in random. God does not deal in random.”