"And he was right. I had spent my life worshipping death, fearing it, obsessing over it, and living my life according to what a book says will happen when it comes. I had functioned as a missionary of death for a dead church, praying to a dead man, and I came to understand that it's no way to live, and that living is all we have, and all we will ever have, and that it is not to be wasted. That love is life. That life isn't worth living without love. And that the Catholic Church, filled with celibate men who have no experience with it, has no right telling other people how to love or who to love or what kind of love is right or wrong."
(From The Final Testament of the Holy Bible, by James Frey)