God Quotes

Listen to me. You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. We don't need him! Fuck damnation, fuck redemption. First, you have to know, not fear... Know that some day, you're gonna die.

— Detective. What if I told you that God and the devil made a wager... a kind of standing bet for the souls of all mankind?
— I'd tell you to stay on your meds.
— Humor me! No direct contact with humans. That would be the rule! Just influence. See who would win.
— Okay, I'm humoring you. Why?
— Who knows. Maybe just for the fun of it. No telling!
— Oh, so it's fun. It's fun when a man beats his wife to death, when a mother drowns her baby. And you think the devil is responsible? People are evil, Mr. Constantine. So that's it.
— You're right. We're born capable of terrible things. Then sometimes something else comes along and gives us just the right nudge.
— Well, this has been real educational... but I don't believe in the devil.
— You should. He believes in you!

— How can you see places like this... and have moments like this, and not believe?
— You're lucky to be so sure.
— It's like the wind. I can't see it, but I feel it.
— What do you feel?
— I feel wonder and beauty... joy, love. I mean, it's the center of everything.

I hear and behold God in every object. Yet understand God not in the least. Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself. In the faces of men and women I see God. And in my own face in the glass. I find letters from God dropt in the street. And every one is sign'd by God's name. And I leave them where they are. For I know that
wherever I go others will punctually come forever and ever.

— Pugsley, sit in the chair.
— Why?
— So we can play a game.
— What game?
— [strapping him in] It's called, "Is There a God?"

You sharpen the human appetite...to the point where it can split atoms with its desire. You build egos the size of cathedrals. Fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse. Grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green...gold-plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor...becomes his own god. As we're scrambling...from one deal to the next...who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours...even bees' honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity. There's no chance to think, to prepare. It's buy futures, sell futures...when there is no future. We got a runaway train, boy. We got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of them is getting ready to fistfuck God's ex-planet...lick their fingers clean...as they reach out toward their pristine... cybernetic keyboards...to tote up their fucking billable hours. And then it hits home. You got to pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now. <...> Maybe God threw the dice once too often. Maybe He let us all down.