You things are not gods, by the way. You’re made by people. People who need answers and they’re too f***ing lazy to look for them themselves.[to Mad Sweeney]
Why am I not surprised that the Buckeye State has a freaky Norse underbelly?
Do you know what happens when you die? Nothing. Really, absolutely f***ing nothing. And even once you’ve been dead for a hundred million years, you still haven’t even begun to be dead.
Shame is the reason dead people only go out at night.
Just because somebody wrote it in a book doesn’t mean it’s true.
I don’t believe in luck. I don’t. I’m an atheist.
God is a fairy tale for grown-ups.
