My books have very few villains pretending to be righteous, but they are filled with good people who have pretended to be villains so well that they believe it themselves. This is how I like to view r...
Were a million people to believe in bullshit, it yet is just bull crap.
Jihadis! Please go to your imaginary heaven - out there, nowhere. Us, the infidel lot, have helluva lot to do after you leave. Out here.
If you follow a foolish ism, how are you an intelligent being?
I love all life as my own. Therefore, I say, you're my very own. But am I, an infidel who does not believe in your ism, also your own?
Oh yeah, "God is great!" Well, why an't you, mate?
Not at all, persisted Chalmers, unaware that Shea was trying to shush him. The people of the country have agreed to call magic 'white' when practised for lawful ends by duly authorized agents of the g...
There is more evil than good when we preach the miracle centered gospel instead of the kingdom gospel.
The problem in todays world is that people lack trust in goodness.
Whatsoever is outside, know, is Within.
Humans, left to own misguided devices, scratches the Divine in the self as one would the lice, but remember to lick well all the vices.
To live unhappily, is failing life.
Goodness is funny because it draws you to it while curiously possessing you with the untrammelled desire to turn it into something bad.
Learn to accept life in toto. A perfect life is only in the dream world. This, my dear, with all it's heartaches, is it. Our world.
A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good do...
War as a moral metaphor is limited, limiting, and dangerous. By reducing the choices of action to a war against whatever-it-is, you divide the world into Me or Us (good) and Them or It (bad) and reduc...
There isn't any good or bad, everything is either a product of pure awareness or sheer ignorance!
The best gift your true friends will ever give you is carry your casket with respect. So be good to those you consider exceptional.
After you die, a rare friend or family member may carry your memory throughout life. Most will forget you. As if you were never here.
I want to dance always, to be good and not evil, and when it is all over not to have the feeling that I might have done better.