“I can well imagine an atheist’s last words: ‘White, white! L-L-Love! My God!‘—and the deathbed leap of faith. Whereas the agnostic, if he stays true to his reasonable self, if he stays beholden to dry, yeastless factuality, might try to explain the warm light bathing him by saying, ‘Possibly a f-f-failing oxygenation of the b-b-brain,’ and, to the very end, lack imagination and miss the better story.
“I wish I was still an atheist. Believing I was born into a harsh, uncaring cosmos – in which my existence was a random roll of the dice and I was destined to die and rot and then be gone forever – was infinitely more comforting than the truth.”
“‘The young nihilists,’ Dad called us.
‘What are nihilists?’
‘Nihilists believe that nothing has any meaning. They believe in nothing.’
‘Yeah,’ said Earl. ‘I’m a nihilist.’
‘Me, too,’ I said.
‘Good for you,’ Dad said, grinning. Then he stopped grinning and said, ‘Don’t tell your mom.’
And that’s part of the backstory for me and Earl.”
“I have found it an amusing strategy, when asked whether I am an atheist, to point out that the questioner is also an atheist when considering Zeus, Apollo, Amon Ra, Mithras, Baal, Thor, Wotan, the Golden Calf and the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I just go one god further.”