"I came to think that maybe God was what you believed in because you needed to feel you weren’t alone. Maybe God was simply that part of yourself that was always there and always strong, even when you were not. And if I put everything in God’s hands, wasn’t that a copout? If I didn’t get what I wanted I could use God as an excuse, I could say, ‘He didn’t want me to have it.’ When, in fact, maybe I hadn’t worked hard enough on my own."
A Wolf at the Table, Augusten Burroughs