“He could deal with his guilt all by himself. Guilt didn't add up to love, an emotion she was done with forever.”
“He wished he could relieve himself of his doubts and guilts half as easily.”
“She wanted to tell him what happened wasn't really his fault, but she knew that wasn't the way this kind of guilt worked. Intellectually, he already knew that. It was his emotions that were tripping him up. The tangle of love and memory and what might have been.”
“She say guilt is a useless emotion.""Oh, please," says Nancy. "Guilt is what separates humans from animals.”
“Enough of this guilt," he told her, his voice reduced to a cracked whisper. "What's done is done.”
“Perhaps his tragedy is that he is the only normal writer left on earth -- and it is this that adds to his isolation and so too his so sense of guilt.”