I write in order to make the little voices in my head go away. Thus far it hasn't worked.

If no God, mankind is a set of bi-pedal carbon units of mostly water. And nothing else

I believe firmly in plodding. Productivity is more a matter of diligent, long-distance hiking than it is one-hundred-yard dashing. Doing a little bit now is far better than hoping to do a lot on the morrow. So redeem the fifteen minute spaces. Chip away at it.

I've made an incredible amount of money stealing fans from homeowners.

Stories in themselves are not automatically good; it has to be the right kind of story told by the right kind of person.

But for you to make this move would reveal the two fundamental tenets of true atheism. One: There is no God. Two: I hate Him.

How is it possible to live like a machine and bear fruit like a tree?