Money is a tool we use to reach certain ends. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s hard to come by, though, so when opportunities arise, we need to make the most of them.

Cynicism is extremely contagious, and the most pious among us cannot long endure its potency. The gullible should be on their guard, however, since this endearing quality frequently masquerades as wit.

Oh, how crafty of religion, I cried out indignantly, to transplant rewards and punishments into a future life in order to comfort cowards and the enslaved and aggrieved, enabling them to bow their necks patiently...

When I was ten all I knew was that I hated the weird words used to describe whatever it was that was wrong with my brother—to this day I think it all happened because he...

I suppose that now would be the time to ask for forgiveness for all the things I’ve done, but I’m sure my list would never be complete. I also don’t believe that whatever comes after...

…We die, we turn, we are reborn as we deserve to be reborn, based on our doings in this world.” Will looked down at his bitten nails. “I will probably be reborn as a slug...

I feel more alive now than I did while on earth. I am coming to terms with the notion that death is truly another word for opportunity.

The nature of heaven is to provide a place there for all who lead good lives, no matter what their religion may be.

Some contemporary mediums dislike the term ‘psychic’ because they feel it carries a negative connotation, leading people to associations with crystal balls, tea-leaf reading, fortune-telling, or other stereotypes.

Don’t stay with someone who drives you crazy. Find someone who keeps you sane.

Everybody dies, but great souls ressurects in our memories.

The only satisfactory thing about death is that our knowledge about it is unsatisfactory.

One life; a little gleam of Time between two Eternities; no second chance to us for evermore!

There is no afterlife for wilted flowers like me.

We are medium-sized mammals who only prosper because we’ve developed a half-arsed ability to terraform the less suitable bits of the planet we evolved on, and we’re conscious of our inevitable decay and death, and...

The only ‘afterlife’ is what other people remember of you.

There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.

All three explanations—eternal life, reincarnation, and nothingness—are descriptions of the same reality.

Sydney did not believe in life after death, but in her experience, admitting this could lead to long and complicated discussions in which people seemed to think that since she did not believe in God...

Creation groans, awaiting the revelation of the sons of God. It remembers, I think, in dreams, the wonders of the sinless, perfect world. You can hear it in the wild tinkle of the wind through...

Believe that you are someone worth saving.

Why, if one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour–landing at the other end without a single hairpin in one’s hair!...

When all seems hopeless and all has gone silent, that’s Destiny turning down the music so that all may hear our response to life’s great storms, giving our response the chance to echo throughout eternity...

God? We don’t know what He’s like. But at least now that we’re dead we all know we don’t know, whereas on Earth we all thought we knew, and those who didn’t know didn’t know...

Love in this life is expanded by our anticipation of the next life. Those who love under God are never satisfied with small love, or love bound by the flaws of human emotion. Those who...

SOON, he replied, which makes better sense under the rules of that country than ours. VERY SOON! he added, clasping my hands; then, unable to keep from laughing, he pushed off from the rock like...

You shouldn’t say mean things to people before they kill you. It’s being a sore loser.

No quality imparts apparent strength to its possessors more effectively than faith. From hospital beds to battlefields, it is the iron that strengthens a man to confront his destiny.

I didn’t know the grim reaper looked like Sid Vicious. – Jen

To be or not to be tethered to the sordid, sickly, stinking, sappy apron strings of Hollywood and its endless fondness for fu**ing your sh** up. If Shakespeare were alive today, I bet he’d write...

There is no murky pit of hell awaiting anyone … Mind cannot arise alone without body, or apart from sinews and blood … You must admit, therefore, that when then body has perished, there is...