“How thoughtful of God to arrange matters so that, wherever you happen to be born, the local religion always turns out to be the true one.”

Myths are fun, as long as you don’t confuse them with the truth.

Faith is the great cop-out, the great excuse to evade the need to think and evaluate evidence. Faith is the belief in spite of, even perhaps because of, the lack of evidence.

The majority of children born into the world tend to inherit the beliefs of their parents, and that to me is one of the most regrettable facts of them all.

It often turns out on closer inspection that acts of apparent altruism are really selfishness in disguise.

I cannot know for certain but I think God is very improbable, and I live my life on the assumption that he is not there.

You can make some inferences about a man’s character if you know something about the conditions in which he has survived and prospered.

Science has its own magic: the magic of reality.

Let’s be open-minded, but not so open-minded that our brains drop out.

If the history-deniers who doubt the fact of evolution are ignorant of biology, those who think the world began less than ten thousand years ago are worst than ignorant, they are the deluded to the point of perversity.

The idea of a divine creator belittles the elegant reality of the universe.

We admit that we are like apes, but we seldom realize that we are apes.

Let us try to teach generosity and altruism, because we are born selfish. Let us understand what our own selfish genes are up to, because we may then at least have the chance to upset their designs, something that no other species has ever aspired to do.

We are all atheists about most of the gods that humanity has ever believed in. Some of us just go one god further.

The chicken is only an egg’s way for making another egg.

Why, I can’t help wondering, is God thought to need such ferocious defence? One might have supposed him amply capable of looking after himself.

Religious fanatics want people to switch off their own minds, ignore the evidence, and blindly follow a holy book based upon private revelation.

If you think squash is a competitive activity, try flower arranging.

A man enters arrangements which it does not fall to him to determine, but only to learn and respect the rules.

And then I’ll try and arrange them in a way that they would tell a semi-cohesive story.

The thing that interests me far more than anything is creating music, songwriting and arranging, and in that context drumming itself is a means to an end.

I suppose an artist takes the elements of his life and rearranges them and then has them perceived by others as though they were the elements of their lives.

I can’t make people fall in love with Jesus, but I can arrange dates.

I often considered whether there could perhaps be found a more reasonable arrangement of circles.

It is only god who creates. Man merely arranges.