Religion inspires in those who fear nothing, fear of the gods, and using that fear requires a certain element of f***ed up.
People like the idea that love makes the world go round. It doesn’t. You don’t lock your doors at night because you love thy neighbor, you deadbolt with reinforced steel because you fear thy neighbor. Fear is order. Fear is control. Fear is safety. Fear is fiction.
Oh, it’s perfectly simple, my dear. Jealousy. Pure unmitigated jealousy. They all want what I have. A good time, wherever I go.[Laura Moon: I still don’t understand how such a sweet old man could have so many enemies.]
Life is long when you got regret. A moment can last forever when you can see how it should have gone.
I’ve done the math. This times that equals you’re a c**t, divided by the only way I’m going to get what I need is if you give it to me, equals the only way you’re going to give it to me is if you don’t need it. Like my friend Jesus Christ, the only thing you need, dead wife, is resurrection.[to Laura]
I’ve crossed enough paths to know that one in four people are rock stupid. Even the smart ones have got some kind of delusion they believe in, whether it’s gods or ghosts.
I strongly recommend, my young friend, you view the news through the smoky glass of skepticism, and remember: all writers have a bias.[to Salim]
Fear has no end. Fear is limitless. Fear thrives and feeds on itself, preparing you for calamity, preparing you to believe that the most important things are the most dangerous. If it’s real in your mind, it’s real in the world.