“You think someone could spend half their life in a slam with a horse bit in their mouth and not believe?” Riddick asked, voice slicing like a razor. “You think he can start out in some liquor store trash bin with an umbilical around his neck and wind up a company enforcer — and not believe?”
	Riddick’s finger jabbed Imam’s chest. “Got it all wrong. I absolutely believe in God. And I absolutely hate the fucker.”
-Pitch Black (page 163)