“What did I do to deserve this?”

“I pray. I go to mass. I even remember to respect my elders and help little old ladies across the street. What the hell did I do to deserve this?”

“Why me Lord? What have I ever done
To deserve even one of the pleasures I've known?
Tell me Lord what did I ever do
That was worth loving you or the kindness you've shown?”

“What I am doing is not giving religion respect that it wants but it doesn't deserve. I respect people; I respect humans. I do not respect religion. And I do not respect the idea that religion deserves respect.”

“fraught, adj.

Does every “I love you” deserve an “I love you too”? Does every kiss deserve a kiss back? Does every night deserve to be spent on a lover?
If the answer to any of these is “No,” what do we do?”

“Did I love what I was doing, or did I love myself in doing it?”

“I mean, I knew I wasn't a nice person, but what did I do in my past life to deserve this? I must have hit a bus full of nuns while driving a stolen car on my way to selling drugs to schoolchildren!”

“What did I not do, where did I not go, to whom did I not bow.”

“Not only do I not know what's going on, I wouldn't know what to do about it if I did.”

“What I did or didn't do, I think it's over now. And what I will or will not do, I think is also over.”