"Life is a children's book of the infantilism of childhood traumas, with three-dimensional pictures. The scenery of the script is all ready in advance.

There is something infantile in the presumption that somebody else (parents in the case of children, God in the case of adults) has a responsibility to give your life meaning and point. [...] Somebody else must be responsible for my well-being, and somebody else must be to blame if I am hurt. Is it a similar infantilism that really lies behind the 'need' for a God?