We are free to burn the Qur’an or any other book, and to criticize Muhammad or any other human being. Let no one forget it.

The problem with religion, because it's been sheltered from criticism, is that it allows people to believe en masse what only idiots or lunatics could believe in isolation.

Either God can do nothing to stop catastrophes like this, or he doesn't care to, or he doesn't exist. God is either impotent, evil, or imaginary. Take your pick, and choose wisely.

A puppet is free as long as he loves his strings.

We have a choice. We have two options as human beings. We have a choice between conversation and war. That's it. Conversation and violence. And faith is a conversation stopper.

How we pay attention to the present moment...determin es the character of our experience and...the quality of our lives.

You can do what you decide to do — but you cannot decide what you will decide to do.

How can we be “free” as conscious agents if everything that we consciously intend is caused by events in our brain that we do not intend and of which we are entirely unaware? We can’t.

You don't get anything worth getting, by pretending to know things you don't know.

Jesus Christ—who, as it turns out, was born of a virgin, cheated death, and rose bodily into the heavens—can now be eaten in the form of a cracker

The position of the Muslim community in the face of all provocations seems to be: Islam is a religion of peace, and if you say that it isn't, we will kill you.

Ego is like an antivirus which eventually takes unwanted control of the computer itself.

The fiction writer has to engage in a continual examination of conscience. He has to be aware of the freak in himself.

If you don't make mistakes you are not really trying.

There is no beginning to an end / But there is a beginning and an end / To beginning.

I don't think photography has anything remotely to do with the brain. It has to do with eye appeal.

Religion is now viewed by many as a placebo or emotional crutch precisely because that is how we often pitch the gospel to unbelievers

Chickens are brave till the foxes come at night; mortals are courageous till the death comes at twilight.

Any political agenda and organization which doesn't begin with personal responsibility is just half the argument. It's just not going to succeed.

Death to the killers, bringing light to life.

The 90's are the 60's standing on their head.