“God, why didn't you make us all dogs?”
“You see, Doctor, God didn't kill that little girl. Fate didn't butcher her and destiny didn't feed her to those dogs. If God saw what any of us did that night he didn't seem to mind. From then on I knew... God doesn't make the world this way. We do.”
“Babies, babies, babies. Why did God make so many babies? But no, God didn't make them. Stupid people made them.”
“Dog’ is ‘God’ spelled backward; you know that. That’s why you’re here, to help the nuns do God’s work.”
“Impudent dog! God knows why I bear with you!’ Harding grinned. ‘Probably, sir. Omniscient, isn’t He?”
“Why didn't you kill me like you did that guy back there? Billy? Or does it even make any sense to ask? Are you beyond why?'Oh shit, we're all beyond why, you know that.”