Mankind adores its betrayers, and murders its saviors.
The very idea of carrying my memory into eternity devastated me, and I took refuge in atheism.
It is not always wise to appear singular.
If there is a God, then he was particularly harsh to me
The world is a penal institution.
I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.