# Quote — DBC Pierre, Vernon God Little

> 'Blind, dumb shit,' he spits, his breath like hot sandpaper in my ear. 'Where's this God you talk about? You think a caring intelligence would wipe out babies from hunger, watch decent folk scream and burn and bleed every second of the day and night? That ain't no God. Just fuckin people. You stuck with the rest of us in this snake-pit of human wants, wants frustrated and calcified into needs, achin and raw.'

- Author: [DBC Pierre](https://www.leafyquotes.com/dbc-pierre.md)
- Book: [Vernon God Little](https://www.leafyquotes.com/dbc-pierre/vernon-god-little.md)
- Source: [Wikiquote](https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Vernon_God_Little#Act_V._Me_ves_y_sufres) ([CC BY-SA 4.0](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/))
- Quote page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/dbc-pierre/vernon-god-little/blind-dumb-shit

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> Fate always pays attention to what you think, then slams it up your fucken ass.

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> 'And here's the winning ticket,' says Gibbons. 'Green forty-seven!' A sluggish frenzy breaks through the tent. The kid stops, and drags a mangled pink ticket from his pocket. He squints at it, like it might turn fucken green.

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> "We could turn your situation around three hundred and sixty degrees..."

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