"You're trying to make me think, `Oo, what a nice young man, his god must be something special if nice young men like him helps old ladies like me'. . .I'll tell you this. . .if I'd seen [your god], really there, really alive, it'd be in me like a fever. If I thought there was some god who really did care two hoots about people, who watched 'em like a father and cared for 'em like a mother...well, you wouldn't catch me sayin' things like `There are two sides to every question,' and `We must respect other people's beliefs.' You wouldn't find me just being gen'rally nice in the hope that it'd all turn out right in the end. . ." And as the good woman goes on, "I don't think that's fashionable right now, 'cos it seems that if you sees evil now you have to wring your hands and say, `Oh deary me, we must debate this.'"
-some old hag called "granny weatherwax"