James Mercer Quotes

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives; who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves?

I'm constantly reading books on God or the absence of God and atheism.

I'm a Nietzschean scholar. I've read an immense amount about nihilism and existentialism.

Do I believe in God? Can't answer, I'm afraid. I'm not being flippant, but I don't understand the question. What is it that I am supposed to believe or not believe in? Are you asking whether I believe there is something not in the universe (or the universes, if there are (maybe infinitely) many of them), and that somehow stands above them? I've never heard of any reason for believing that.

Beckett does not believe in God, though he seems to imply that God has committed an unforgivable sin by not existing.

God is only a word dreamed up to explain the world

God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him.

A little philosophy makes a man an Atheist: a great deal converts him to religion

When he turned on the tape-transport once more, Arctor was saying, "-- as near as I can figure out, God is dead." Luckman answered, "I didn't know He was sick.

The proofs of the existence of God are to such an extent fallen into discredit that they pass for something antiquated, belonging to days gone by.

God was invented to explain mystery. God is always invented to explain those things that you do not understand.

There is a dispute about the existence of God. Both sides try to hide that they killed Him - even before He came into being.

There is no human nature, since there is no god to conceive it.

Who am I, why am I here? Forget the question, someone give me another beer.

Absurdism, like methodical doubt, has wiped the slate clean. It leaves us in a blind alley. But, like methodical doubt, it can, by returning upon itself, open up a new field of investigation, and in the process of reasoning then pursues the same course. I proclaim that I believe in nothing and that everything is absurd, but I cannot doubt the validity of my proclamation and I must at least believe in my protest.

Sometimes I try my hand at turning out small profundities and uncertain short stories, but I always end up with just one single word: God.

I don’t believe in God as you imagine Him to be, but I believe in many things that you could never even dream of.

Others of us are lost. We're forever seeking. We torture ourselves with philosophies and ache to see the world. We question everything, even our own existence. We ask a lifetime of questions and are never satisfied with the answers because we don't recognize anyone as an authority to give them. We see life and the world as an enormous puzzle that we might never understand, that our questions might go unanswered until the day we die, almost never occurs to us. And when it does, it fills us with dread.

We're either nothing or a God's regret.

Existentialists are monumentally and monotonously serious; they don't like to joke.

God is dead, but considering the state the species man is in, there will perhaps be caves, for ages yet, in which his shadow will be shown.

I do not believe in God, because I believe in man. Whatever his mistakes, man has for thousands of years been working to undo the botched job your god has made.

Can one be a saint if God does not exist? That is the only concrete problem I know of today.

God is man idealized.