What about us? We don't have any beeps or wires with little white dots telling us we're alive, so how do we know? I guess we just take each other's word.
Belief is so often the death of reason.
— You disloyal...
— Oh, I'm loyal. To them.
— Who? These so-called gods?
— To people, Lucifer. People.
— So you're willing to die... for a pile of cockroaches? Why?
— Because Dad was right. They are better than us.
— They are broken, flawed abortions.
— Damn right, they're flawed. But a lot of them try to do better, to forgive. And you should see the Spearmint Rhino.
Signora, between Austria and Italy there is a section of the Alps called the Semmering. It is an impossibly steep, very high part of the mountains. They built a train track over these Alps to connect Vienna and Venice. They built these tracks even before there was a train in existence that could make the trip. They built it because they knew someday the train would come.
— Shall we pray together? I have already prayed with the others. It is painless.
— It's pointless.
— Because you do not believe in God does not mean God does not believe in you. Think someone can spend half of 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? You got it all wrong, holy man. I absolutely believe in God. And I absolutely hate the fucker.
I hate the word “fate.” Birth, encounters, partings, success and failures, fortune and misfortunes in life. If our lives are already set in stone by fate, then why are we even born? There are those born to wealthy families, those born to beautiful mothers, and those born into the middle of war or poverty. If that’s all caused by fate, then God is incredibly unfair and cruel.