"It puzzled me that other people hadn't found out, too. God was gone. We were younger. We had reached..." — Frances Farmer

I couldn't get that same feeling during the day, with my hands in dirty dish water and the hard sun showing up the dirtiness on the roof tops. And after a time, even at night, the feeling of God didn't last.

I think God just died of old age. And, when I realized that he wasn't any more, it didn't shock me. It seemed natural and right!

I just knew that God wasn't there. He was a man on a throne in Heaven, so he was easy to forget.

I didn't think then, and I still don't, that I was actually sick.