"You don't believe in God? You're going to Hell!" As an Atheist, what makes you think that I care whether I'm going to Heaven or Hell?

Why do you watch me burn in the cold,dark-red fire? Like hope that never last Why do you cut me on the darkest days? Like the blade that just came by Why am I still with you? I don't know. You trick me into love and I end up in misery. Why do you leave me here to hang Like the noose now connected to my neck Why do you let me go with the wind Like my legs swaying above the ground Hear my suffering, hear me die Just don't forget to say goodbye

For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

Atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning...

If atheism is a religion, then bald is a hair color

There are, after all, atheists who say they wish the fable were true but are unable to suspend the requisite disbelief, or who have relinquished belief only with regret. To this I reply: who wishes that there was a permanent, unalterable celestial despotism that subjected us to continual surveillance and could convict us of thought-crime, and who regarded us as its private property even after we died? How happy we ought to be, at the reflection that there exists not a shred of respectable evidence to support such a horrible hypothesis.