Jean-Paul Sartre

I had been playing with matches and burned a small rug. I was in the process of covering up my crime when suddenly God saw me. I felt His gaze inside my head and on my hands. . . . I flew into a rage against so crude an indiscretion, I blasphemed. . . . He never looked at me again. . . . I had the more difficulty getting rid of Him the Holy Ghost in that He had installed Himself at the back of my head. . . . I collared the Holy Ghost in the cellar and threw Him out.