Quotes About Belief

Full-time drudge. Part-time God.

Churches in the outside world, my brother told me, were just the local stores that sold people lies made up in the distant factories of giant religions.

Really, there is no wrong. Not in our own minds. Our own reality. You can never set off to do the wrong thing. You can never say the wrong thing. In your own mind, you are always right. Every action you take—what you do or say or how you choose to appear—is automatically right the moment you act.

Not that I'm crazy or any­thing, I just want some proof that death isn't the end.

If you're male and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?

In all seriousness, Archer claims that if you, as a living, alive person, hear the song You're the One That I Want from the musical Grease three times in a single day - seemingly by accident, whether in an elevator, on a radio, a telephone hold button, or whatever - it indicates that you'll surely die before sunset.

The easy thing to do was give her the ben­efit of the doubt.

For instance, if Jesus Christ had died in prison, with no one watching and with no one there to mourn or torture him, would we be saved? With all due respect. According to the agent, the biggest factor that makes you a saint is the amount of press coverage you get.

What if all of our anger and fear is unwarranted? What if world events are unfolding in perfect order to deliver us to a distant joy we can't conceive of at this time?

Please don't feel hurt, Satan, but my parents raised me to believe you didn't exist. My mom and dad said you and God were invented in the superstitious, backward pea brains of hillbilly preachers and Republican hypocrites.

Ev­ery­thing they be­lieved in turned out to be wrong.

And if Christ had died from a barbiturate overdose, alone on the bathroom floor, would he be in heaven?

People can't concieve of a virtue in someone else that they can't coneive in themselves. Instead of believing you're stronger, it's so much easier to imagine you're weake. You're addicted to self-abuse. You're a liar. People are always ready to believe the opposite of what you tell them.

You get everybody telling the same lie and it ain't a lie, not no more.

Imagine if Jesus chased you around, trying to catch you and save your soul.

Good news didn't seem real until you'd told at least a dozen friends.

The paradox: Is God a racist, homophobic, anti- Semitic ass? Or is God testing to see if I am?

When it comes to choosing a savior, they won't settle for just a human being.

The mechanic says, If you're male and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?

The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.

People shopping for a messiah want quality. Nobody is going to follow a loser.

It's one thing for my parents to behave all secular humanist and gamble with their own eternal souls; however it's altogether not all right that they also gambled with mine: They placed their bets with such self-rightous bravado, but I'm the one who lost.

En un mundo donde millones de personas creen que su deidad concibió un hijo mortal con una humana virgen, es asombrosa la poca imaginación que muestra la mayoría de la gente.

She'd exchanged her dreams of her parents for the dogma of her instructors, but neither of those outlooks were innately her own.