I know nothing, because I know too much, and understand not nearly enough and never will.

The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.

To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

In the chapel you prayed to be a saint and now I will make you a god.

Evil is a point of view ... God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately ... for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are none so like him as ourselves.

My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death

I think there is a modern temper. The authority figures we revered in the past are all up for grabs - they're gone. We are groping for meaning in a world where some of our gods have died. We're asking ourselves, 'Who is our true brother and sister, where is our true home?' The modern tempter is our struggle to lead meaningful lives, and even if we don't believe in religion, we can reach down and hold on to our core values for guidance.