"I don't hold with paddlin' with the Occult," said Granny firmly. "Once you start paddlin' with the Occult you start believing in Spirits, and when you start believing in Spirits you start believing in Demons, and then before you know where you are you're believing in gods. And then you're in trouble."
"But all them things exist," said Nanny Ogg.
"That's no call to go around believing in them. It only encourages 'em."
Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there
. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach. Does that answer your questions, Doctor?
“Think someone could spend half their life in a slam with a horse bit in their mouth and not believe? Think he could start out in some liquor store trash bin with an umbilical cord wrapped around his neck and not believe? Got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God … And I absolutely hate the fucker.”
[Hawkgirl is poised over Icthultu’s exposed brain.
You will not do this thing, child of Thanagar. Icthultu still has faith in you. Hawkgirl:
So do I.
[Hawkgirl smashes his brain in with her big honkin’ mace.
“Can you interfere arbitrarily with what I am doing? Yes—physically. No—mentally. Can a brick kill me? Yes. Can a brick get into my mind and tell me what to do? No. Can an omnipotent being do that? Yes. An omnipotent being, by definition, is a totalitarian dictator. Ah, but he won’t use his power? Never mind. He has it.”
“A god like that was not worth a prayer.”
“Well, it’s little I know—and less I’m wishful to know—of gods. But this I do know: I’ve seen naught at all, at all, to make me want to bow down and worship you. And, meaning no disrespect, I’d as soon have naught at all to do with you, if you take my meaning.”
“Wizards don’t believe in gods in the same way that most people don’t find it necessary to believe in, say, tables. They know they’re there, they know they’re there for a purpose, they’d probably agree that they have a place in a well-organized universe, but they wouldn’t see the point of believing, of going around saying, ‘O great table, without whom we are as naught.’ Anyway, either the gods are there whether you believe or not, or exist only as a function of the belief, so either way you might as well ignore the whole business and, as it were, eat off your knees.”
“You do remember logic, don’t you? It’s the part of your brain that weeps every time you kneel down and pray to a glorified petting zoo.”
“It is folly for a man to pray to the gods for that which he has the power to obtain by himself.”
“It amazes me to find an intelligent person who fights against something which he does not at all believe exists.”
“You’re welcome on my boat. God ain’t.”
—Captain Malcolm Reynolds to Shepherd Derrial Book, Firefly
“If there is any kind of supreme being, it is up to all of us to become his moral superior.”
“I accept that you exist. I don’t have to accept what you are, but your physical existence, I give you that.”
to the Beast
, Doctor Who
, “The Satan Pit”
“Praying to the Gods to have mercy on us all” The Gods have no mercy; that’s why they are Gods. My father told me that when he caught me praying. Sansa:
Your father doesn’t believe in the Gods? Cersei:
He believes in them—he just doesn’t like them very much.
Captain, do you mind if I say grace? Mal:
Only if you say it out loud.
“You believe in that stuff?” said Vimes.
“Believe? No,” said the grag. “I just know it exists.”
God would never let me be successful; he’d kill me first. He’d never let me be happy. Therapist:
I thought you didn’t believe in God? George:
I do for the bad things.
“When it comes to God’s existence, I’m not an atheist and I’m not an agnostic—I’m an acrostic, the whole thing puzzles me.”