“You think God created the world?" he asks me. "Bullshit. Any kind of benevolent and righteous being would never create a fucking world like this. It's impossible. God didn't fucking create the world."Before he walks away completely, he turns back to me one final time, pointing his finger at me. Some people on the beach look over. "Henry," he says, "the Devil created the world when God wasn't looking"He kicks down the little kids' sand castle and goes somewhere with the girls.”