Kate Coyle Quotes

I’m starting to understand how little purchase the truth actually affords us in this world.

What Harp doesn’t understand is that I like my parents—current hiccups in sanity not withstanding.

I'm Harp," my best friend says, business-like. "This is Viv. Personally, I think you guys would make really cute babies together.

I’ve always believed Frick to be detached from reality, but I thought he was just a megalomaniac, a manipulator, a con artist. Now I begin to slowly understand. He’s far more dangerous than any of those things. He’s a true Believer.

But it was probably nothing."
"Nothing is nothing anymore, Viv.

(“For God saw that Americans were industrious and made money in His name, and he saw that it was good”). It’s one of the many parts of the Book of Frick that makes you wonder whether or not Frick was just straight-up on ’shrooms when he was writing it.

In addition to founding the Church itself, Frick was the CEO of its accompanying multimillion-dollar corporation. They publish the magazines and run the Church television networks, and they produce end-of-the-world provisions like these—bottles of Holy Spring Water, a bland SpaghettiOs knockoff called Christ Loops.

We could conceivably slow this destruction down, but it would require huge overarching changes in the structure of our society—the kind of change we will never achieve so long as we remain distracted by imaginary acts of God.

What? Why the fuck are you smiling?"
"Because you're so like Winnie, it's actually spooky. You both clearly possess the take-no-shit gene.

Even now I think I could only list for him the various things I don’t believe in. But still I wish I could. Because I’m starting to narrow it down. I don’t believe in hate. I don’t believe in money. I don’t believe in God. I don’t believe it’s too late.

If there are any doctors in the house, could we get Mr. Masterson some medical attention? It would be a shame if he were to pass away before he’s prosecuted for his crimes.

Harp gives me a look.
“What?”
“You are terrible at lying, Viv. Embarrassingly bad. Have I taught you nothing?”

I will never understand why Believers cling to this kind of language, this relentless empty optimism, plus all! those! exclamation! points!

That's part of the prophecy of the Rapture, right? The dead will rise and crash our parties?"
He laughs. "Do you really think that's a priority, for the reanimated corpses?"
"Absolutely," I say. "No French onion dip in purgatory.

Bless him”—the Messiah raises a shiny copy of the New Apocalypse Edition of the Book of Frick—“for leaving us this miraculous book, this new edition of his Holy Word, available for only nineteen ninety-nine at Church of America megastores worldwide.