The tales of our exploits will survive as long as the human voice itself,' he said. 'And even after that, when the robots recall the human absurdities of sacrifice and compassion, they will remember us.

You should see it. V for Vendetta I mean. "I'll look it up." No. With Me. At my house. Now

Something invisible snapped inside her.

When we think of death, we often imagine it as happening in degrees: We think of a sick person becoming less and less alive until finally they are gone.

In our hyper-secular world, worship is still inevitable. But it is vital to remember that our gods don't choose us, we choose them.

This is the Homosexuality Is An Abomination Club, right?

People believed in an afterlife because they couldn't bear not to.