God Quotes

— Guilt...it's like a bag of fucking bricks. All you got to do...is set it down. I know what you're going through. I've been there. Just come here. Come here. Let it go. Who are you carrying all those bricks for? God? Is that it? God? I'll tell you...let me give you a little inside information about God. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do? I swear, for his own amusement...his own private, cosmic...gag reel. He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look, but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, but don't swallow. And while you're jumping from one foot to the next, what is He doing? He's laughing his sick, fucking ass off! He's a tightass! He's a sadist! He's an absentee landlord! Worship that? Never!
— "Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven," is that it?
— Why not? I'm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began! I've nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to have! I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him! Why? Because I never rejected him, in spite of all his imperfections! I'm a fan of man! I'm a humanist. Maybe the last humanist. Who, in their right mind... Kevin, could possibly deny....the 20th century was entirely mine? All of it, Kevin! All of it. Mine. I'm peaking, Kevin. It's my time now. It's our time.

— Detective. What if I told you that God and the devil made a wager... a kind of standing bet for the souls of all mankind?
— I'd tell you to stay on your meds.
— Humor me! No direct contact with humans. That would be the rule! Just influence. See who would win.
— Okay, I'm humoring you. Why?
— Who knows. Maybe just for the fun of it. No telling!
— Oh, so it's fun. It's fun when a man beats his wife to death, when a mother drowns her baby. And you think the devil is responsible? People are evil, Mr. Constantine. So that's it.
— You're right. We're born capable of terrible things. Then sometimes something else comes along and gives us just the right nudge.
— Well, this has been real educational... but I don't believe in the devil.
— You should. He believes in you!

— How can you see places like this... and have moments like this, and not believe?
— You're lucky to be so sure.
— It's like the wind. I can't see it, but I feel it.
— What do you feel?
— I feel wonder and beauty... joy, love. I mean, it's the center of everything.

I hear and behold God in every object. Yet understand God not in the least. Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than myself. In the faces of men and women I see God. And in my own face in the glass. I find letters from God dropt in the street. And every one is sign'd by God's name. And I leave them where they are. For I know that
wherever I go others will punctually come forever and ever.

— Pugsley, sit in the chair.
— Why?
— So we can play a game.
— What game?
— [strapping him in] It's called, "Is There a God?"

You sharpen the human appetite...to the point where it can split atoms with its desire. You build egos the size of cathedrals. Fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse. Grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green...gold-plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor...becomes his own god. As we're scrambling...from one deal to the next...who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours...even bees' honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity. There's no chance to think, to prepare. It's buy futures, sell futures...when there is no future. We got a runaway train, boy. We got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of them is getting ready to fistfuck God's ex-planet...lick their fingers clean...as they reach out toward their pristine... cybernetic keyboards...to tote up their fucking billable hours. And then it hits home. You got to pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now. <...> Maybe God threw the dice once too often. Maybe He let us all down.