“I always love the way everyone else seems to know what God is thinking. To me, it's more of a mystery.”

“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”

“Because if I let myself feel the pain and the anger, I think it might kill me. Or I might kill someone else. I know it's wrong to feel that way about God and I know its's wrong to not feel anything. I hate it. I don't hate God. I hate not loving Him.”

“What's important for me now is the same thing it always was - compassion. I can't think of anything more important. I've loved my fellow citizens. I've loved my children. I'm happy with the opportunity I've had to worship the way I want to worship. I'm not worshipping somebody else's God, but I am insisting on the ability to worship my way, and be the person He would have me be.”

“None of them seem as crazy obsessive about everything as I am. It's strange 'cause I had the same feeling in high school that I have here. It's like, well, it just seems so easy for everyone else and so difficult for me. I turn from these extremes of feeling on top of the fucking world - to feeling so despondent. They don't have to struggle like I do - or maybe that's just me comparing my goddamn insides to everyone else's outsides. But I swear to God, I just seem to wrestle with everything more than anyone else.”

“What the mysterious is I do not know. I do not call it God because God has come to mean much that I do not believe in. I find myself incapable of thinking of a deity or of any unknown supreme power in anthropomorphic terms, and the fact that many people think so is continually a source of surprise to me. Any idea of a personal God seems very odd to me.”