“Even if they had been real gods, what did it matter? What was it to me? Here I was still, right where I was born a thousand or so years before, in the middle of the human condition—namely, rubbish and pain. If the gods were real, their only relationship with us was to use us to play their games. Screw them all.”

Account of 8 October 1918.
Diary of Alvin York

Source: The Iron Dragon's Daughter (1993), Chapter 22 (p. 399)

Source: My Several Worlds (1954), p. 208
Context: The wild winds had been sown and the whirlwinds were gathering... and I was reaping what I had not sown... None of us could escape the history of the centuries before any of us had been born, and with which we had nothing to do. We had not, I think, ever committed even a mild unkindness against a Chinese, and certainly we had devoted ourselves to justice for them, we had taken sides against our own race again and again for their sakes, sensitive always to injustices which others had committed and were still committing. But nothing mattered today, neither the kindness nor the cruelty. We were in hiding for our lives because we were white.

Discussing the influence of real-life faiths on his work and its religious systems, Authors@Google (August 2011)
Context: I think worship of death is an interesting basis for religion, because after all death is the one universal. It doesn't seem to matter what gods you pray to. We all die, in the real world and in fantasy worlds, and if there was some religion where you did not die I suspect that would be, that god would become very popular. They all promise us eternal life, but whatever.

Playing Pastor Michael Curtis in the Lifetime movie "Christmas Child," 2003 http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0346750/

In [Reena Shah, Movement in Stills: The Dance and Life of Kumudini Lakhia, http://books.google.com/books?id=sSKU2DROHMgC&pg=PA117, January 2006, Mapin Publishing Pvt Ltd, 978-81-88204-42-7, 117–]

Argentina Audiotapes (1957)

Magna Moralia XXII, p. 172.
The Rod, the Root, and the Flower (1895)