“Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?”

“You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.”

“You are not special. Your are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.”

“I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, “Why?”Why did I cause so much pain?Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love?I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong.We are not special.We are not crap or trash, either.We just are.We just are, and what happens just happens.And God says, “No, that’s not right.”Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything.”

“You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world.”

“You are not a beautiful, unique snowflake... This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.”

“You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying, organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.”