People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I don't know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.

Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.

I have to move away from organized religion. The toxic confusion and anger I was feeling in church had become too great.

So we reach into the raging chaos, and we cling to it, and we tell ourselves it has meaning, and that the world is good, and we are not evil, and we will all go home in the end.

I lived like a man who wanted to die but who had no courage to do it himself.

And what if I never go of my own free will? Will you pitch me from some window so that I must fly or fall? Will you bolt all shutters after me? You had better, because I'll knock and knock and knock until I fall down dead. I'll have no wings that take me away from you.

Pride is the parent of destruction; pride eats the mind and the heart and the soul alive.