You see God as an engineer?" asked Urpastor Phelps. "I don't see God as anything at all." "An engineer, you said. An incompetent engineer." "Incompet… - James Morrow

And what are you?"
"Me? I knew God was dead even before the corpse showed up.

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.

What do you want out of life, Francis Lostwax?"
Francis smiled. "To never hurt anybody again." His lack of hesitation surprised him. "To feel clean.