"Davy made a fist and stared at the back of it. LOVE. 'Ye c---. Ah still dinnae believe in ye.'
"The Devil shrugged. 'Nobody’s asking you to believe in me. You don’t, and I’m still here, aren’t I? If it makes things easier, think of me as the garbage collection subroutine of the strong anthropic principle. And they'he stabbed a finger in the direction of the overhead LEDs–'work by magic, for all you know.'"
--Charles Stross, "Snowball's Chance"
