Religion's just a well-oiled profit-driven denial of the randomness of it all.
So many bad things have happened to them that they can't trust the good things. They have to shove them away before someone can get it back.
I write to find out what the story means to me, that is what I try to do especially with the first draft.
Life is a whoopee cushion, a chair pulled away just as you were taking a seat.
The evidence of God exists in the roundness of things.
People waste their happiness - that's what makes me sad. Everyone's so scared to be happy.