He had got himself a life. Now he had to find a purpose in it.
I don't go to mythical places with strange men.
How many roads must a man walk down?
I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer
Just believe everything I tell you, and it will all be very, very simple.' Ah, well, I'm not sure I believe that.
God is no longer an explanation of anything, but has instead become something that would itself need an insurmountable amount of explaining.