The figures looked more or less human. And they were engaged in religion. You could tell by the knives (it's not murder if you do it for a god).

Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.

The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy but they were listening in gibberish.

Gods don't like people not doing much work. People who aren't busy all the time might start to think.

The trouble with being a god is that you've got no one to pray to.

Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.

There are hardly any excesses of the most crazed psychopath that cannot easily be duplicated by a normal kindly family man who just comes in to work every day and has a job to do.

We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.

When you can flatten entire cities at a whim, a tendency towards quiet reflection and seeing-things-from-the-other-fellow's-point- of-view is seldom necessary.

There’s no point in believing in things that exist.

Thou shalt not submit thy god to market forces.

‎'He often envied people who hadn't read his favourite books. They had such happiness before them.

Why have we built warships to bring home peace?

What is more basic than the need to be known? It is the entirety of intimacy, the elixir of love, this knowing.

When God made up this world of ours, He made it long and wide, And meant that it should shelter all, And none should be denied.

Under crowded conditions the friendly social interactions between members of a group become reduced, and the destructive and aggressive patterns show a marked rise in frequency and intensity.

I don’t know why Glenn Murray took the penalty. I suppose because he is our penalty taker.

There are so many colors in the rainbow So many colors in the morning sun So many colors in the flower and I see every one.

I'm a real sucker for guitars. I've had a crush on many, many a guitarist.

And history's fingers never relax their grip, never leave us unmolested, can touch us even when we would never imagine their presence.

Socrates had it wrong; it is not the unexamined but finally the uncommitted life that is not worth living.