Hell, I am young. I am free. My teeth are clean. The sun shines. To hell with everything else

Things are always worse in the steady watches of the night.

I'm afraid I don't believe there is such a thing as blasphemy, just outrage from those insecure in their own faith.

A cut glass English accent can fool unsuspecting Americans into detecting a brilliance that isn't there

How dare you? How dare you create a world in which there is such misery that is not our fault? It's not right, it's utterly, utterly evil. Why should I respect a capricious, mean-minded, stupid god who creates a world that is so full of injustice and pain?

Nature admits no hierarchy of beauty or usefulness or importance.

I found it all about as arousing as a Tupperware party.