Irving Stone. Lust for life (№ 329387)

And suddenly Vincent realized something that he essentially knew a long time ago. All this talk about God - children's subterfuge, a deliberate lie, which in despair and consoles himself with the fear of death, lonely wandering in the darkness of this cold eternal night. There is no God. There you have it. There is no God, there is only chaos, absurd and cruel, painful, blind, hopeless, eternal chaos.