It was the most portentous mission since Saul of Tarsus has suffered an epileptic seizure and called it Christianity. - James Morrow

Being God, I must choose My words carefully. People, I’ve noticed, tend to hang on to My every remark. It gets annoying, this servile and sycophantic streak in Homo sapiens sapiens. There’s a difference, after all, between tasteful adulation and arrant toadyism, but they just don’t get it.

That maxim, it’s not an argument against atheism—it’s an argument against foxholes.

I am what I am. I am Christ and Antichrist, God and Satan, Heaven and Hiroshima, Arcadia and Auschwitz." Smiling devilishly, Sarkos lumbered up to Lovett. "Get it, fat boy? God is a duality. Dr. Jehovah and Mr. Hyde." He lobbed the bottle cap into his mouth and chewed. "Allow me to tell you a bedtime story. It's called 'The Day the Gas Chambers Malfunctioned at Auschwitz.' On second thought, why bother? You know the plot—the title gives it away—I'm surprised Braverman and Kelvin left it out of their overblown epic. Can you imagine how it feels to be a seven-year-old Jewish child, standing in line with hundreds of other Jewish children, waiting your turn to be thrown alive onto an open fire?" Swallowing the bottle cap, Sarkos swerved toward Martin. "Don't you see? It's the only solution that can possibly work. No other theory comes close. Of course God has a dark side. Not just dark—evil. Radically, radically evil.