There is no God and we are his prophets. - Cormac McCarthy, The Road

"Then he just knelt in the ashes. He raised his face to the paling day. Are you there? he whispered. Will I see you at the last? Have you a neck by which to throttle you? Have you a heart? Damn you eternally have you a soul? Oh God, he whispered, Oh God."

"Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave."

"Every day is a lie. But you are dying. That is not a lie."

"He knew only that his child was his warrant. He said: If he is not the word of God God never spoke."

"You have my whole heart. You always did."