Ever since I discovered that my god given male member was going to give me no peace, I decided to give it no rest in return.

Only a humorless tyrant could want a perpetual chanting of praises that, one has no choice but to assume, would be the innate virtues and splendors furnished him by his creator, infinite regression, drowned in praise!

For a lot of people, their first love is what they'll always remember. For me it's always been the first hate, and I think that hatred, though it provides often rather junky energy, is a terrific way of getting you out of bed in the morning and keeping you going.

I'm not even an atheist so much as I am an antitheist; I not only maintain that all religions are versions of the same untruth, but I hold that the influence of churches, and the effect of religious belief, is positively harmful.

The beauty of science hugely outranks the charms of superstition.

What if I pulled through and the pious faction contentedly claimed that their prayers had been answered? That would somehow be irritating.

No school of philosophy has ever solved this question of whether being determines consciousness or the other way around. It may be a false antithesis.