The gods had gone away, and the ritual of the religion continued senselessly, uselessly. - Ray Bradbury

“Recant!” Create a voice “confess and recant! Recant!”
“There is nothing to confess, therefore no need for recantation,” said the old man quietly.

You must write every single day of your life... You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads... may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.

"Dad," said Will, his voice very faint. "Are you a good person?"

"To you and your mother, yes, I try. But no man's a hero to himself. I've lived with me a lifetime, Will. I know everything worth knowing about myself-"

"And, adding it all up...?"

"The sum? As they come and go, and I mostly sit very still and tight, yes, I'm all right."