And what constitutes evil, real evil, is the taking of a single human life. Whether a man would die tomorrow or the day after or eventually. . . it doesn't matter. Because if God does not exist, then life. . . every second of it. . . Is all we have.
The idea began to sink in, more than it ever had, that I might be crazy, in the traditional sense of the word. That I might be, forever and ever amen, a Crazy Person. That's what we'd suspected all along, what I'd been working so hard to disprove, what might be true. I preferred, by far, being dead.