People believe the only alternative to randomness is intelligent design.

Much as we might wish to believe otherwise, universal love and the welfare of the species as a whole are concepts which simply do not make evolutionary sense.

Do not indoctrinate your children. Teach them how to think for themselves, how to evaluate evidence, and how to disagree with you.

Faith is belief without evidence and reason; coincidentally that's also the definition of delusion.

Evolution is just a theory? Well, so is gravity and I don't see you jumping out of buildings.

Such delusions of grandeur to think that a God with a hundred billion galaxies on his mind would give a tuppenny damn who you sleep with, or indeed whether you believe in him.

The less you think, the more you believe.

How thoughtful of God to arrange matters so that, wherever you happen to be born, the local religion always turns out to be the true one.

The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.

Science is the poetry of reality.

The theory of evolution by cumulative natural selection is the only theory we know of that is in principle capable of explaining the existence of organized complexity.

I have nightmares about hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.

When you speak from your heart, the words ring true, but as you speak in anger, I'll only shed tears for you.

We suck the pain from each other's lips until everything just blurs away

Your attitude of serving the Lord can transform even the most menial of tasks into a magnificent sacrifice of love.

Optimism, unaccompanied by personal effort, is merely a state of mind and not fruitful.

Writers don't need love; all they require is money.

The China game was the best because it took the effort of everyone on the team to survive 120 minutes.

The coach should be the absolute boss, but he still should maintain an open mind.

When a bud breaks it becomes a flower, when a heart breaks it becomes divine.

It’s not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.