There is no God and we are his prophets.

Blasphemy is not an offence against truth, but the offence of truth against Priestcraft.

You're supposed to be made in His image, and yet you're all such ungrateful pieces of filth. You only bow your heads when you want something.

Killing a FreeThinker as a way of defending your religion just proves that it's a weak non-made ideology

They crossed before the sun and vanished one by one and reappeared again and they were black in the sun and they rode out of that vanished sea like burnt phantoms with the legs of the animals kicking up the spume that was not real and they were lost in the sun and lost in the lake and they shimmered and slurred together and separated again and they were augmented by planes in lurid avatars and began to coalesce and there began to appear above them in the dawn-broached sky a hellish likeness of their ranks riding huge and inverted and the horses' legs incredibly elongate trampling down the high thin cirrus and the howling antiwarriors pendant from their mounts immense and chimeric and the high wild cries carrying that flat and barren pan like the cries of souls broke through some misweave in the weft of things into the world below.

This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job.