All religions are guesswork

— Bangambiki Habyarimana

All religions are man-made God has not yet revealed himself beyond doubt to anybody.

— Bangambiki Habyarimana

All religions are "revealed" and "inspired". After all nothing happens without the "will" of god.

— Bangambiki Habyarimana

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

— John K. Brown

An atheist is a disappointed true believer he is an angry and hungry soul who has failed to find a real god to whom he can anchor his hope

— Bangambiki Habyarimana

An atheist is someone who is disappointed in his search of god. He is a man who strongly needed god but couldn't find him. Atheism is a cry of despair

— Bangambiki Habyarimana

And as Sean climbs into bed and closes his eyes, Mother comes, riding astride a lion the size of a house, blowing a clarion from a horn made out of a hollowed-out elephant's tusk. Her eyes have a faint crimson glow from the lasers that are mounted behind her irises, ready to fire at will.' I touched a prince's chest today and made his heart stop,' she says. 'I'll do it again if I have to: they'll see what happens if anyone gets in my way. Good night, my son. Remember that I will always keep you safe; that I am always everywhere and always here.'' Good night, Mom,' Sean says, and falls asleep. And Mother recedes, wise and beautiful and strong, a genius and a hero, a punisher of thieves and a slayer of wicked men, to watch over her son in all her different versions.

— Dexter Palmer

And here we see again that we do not decide our own lives. Daisuke, even if we won't see each other again on earth, we will never be sorry for what we did, that we took this stand.

— Diet Eman

And I don't believe you're dead. How can you be dead if I still feel you? Maybe, like God, you changed into something different that I'll have to speak to differently, but you are not dead to me Nettie. And never will you be.

— Alice Walker

And in front of it all are the pearly gates: the proverbial entrance to Heaven that she, in earthly life, thought might not exist. But they are real, not myth or fantasy. As she passes through them, several people greet her. In foreign tongues even, but she understands. Language no longer matter. There are no barriers between herself and others, just love. The gorgeous views seem to go on forever. Ornate structures, mansions, banquet halls, and natural beauty, orchards, gardens. People congregate around huge marble fountains. In the distance are snow-capped mountains of the purist white. She can hear the sounds of rushing rivers and the surf of the ocean at once. Everyone around her is happy, loving, thankful. A choir sings songs of joy and peace while others play musical instruments of every kind in perfect harmony. Children laugh and play in the streets as well as in the clouds above her head.

— Victoria Kahler