“Be a scribe! Your body will be sleek—your hand will be soft . . . you are one who sits grandly in your house; your servants answer speedily; beer is poured copiously; all whose you rejoice in good cheer. Happy is the heart of him who writes; he is young each day.”

“And what if I'm the one who kills him?" "My heart is your heart," he said, "My hands are your hands.”

“It is cheerful to God when you rejoice or laugh from the bottom of your heart.”

“Who made you eat bitch for lunch? Who poured you a tall bitch beer float? Who sprinkled bacon bitch on your salad?”

“What does pouring out your heart to God do? He already knows all what goes on in your heart and mind, right? Pouring out your heart to Him starts the flow of intimacy with Him. It lets Him know that you want to share your innermost being with Him and that you truly want intimacy with Him. The act of sharing opens your heart and life up to intimacy with Him. ”

“Gilgamesh, where are you hurrying to? You will never find that life for which you are looking. When the gods created man they allotted to him death, but life they retained in their own keeping. As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the lot of man.”