James K. Morrow quotes - page 4
It's an old story, perhaps the oldest on earth,” Joan said. "The sky rumbles, the clouds congeal, the sun spasms. Is that a saint I see on high? An angel? The Lord God Jehovah himself? Now a holy voice booms down, instructing the poor prophet to grab a sword and thrust it into a fellow human, or perhaps a hundred fellow humans, or even a million if the cause is sufficiently sacred. The prophet never talks back. The tradition existed before me. It flourishes to this day. The sword, the blood, the freshly created corpses littering the battlefield, exuding the stink of epiphany.
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Say "rationalist” to the average New Age chucklehead, and you conjured up unappetizing images: killjoys obsessed with rules, boors fixated on order, logic-mongers skating around on the surface of things, missing the cosmic essence. Phooey. A rationalist could experience awe as readily as a shaman. But it had to be quality awe, Oliver believed, awe without illusions-the sort of awe he'd felt upon intuiting the size of the universe, or sensing the unlikeliness of his birth.
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Let us examine the language here. Evidently God is addressing this code to a patriarchy that will in turn disseminate it among the less powerful, namely wives and servants. And how long before these servants are downgraded further still...into slaves, even? Ten whole commandments, and not one word against slavery, not to mention bigotry, misogyny, or war.
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What I love about fiction is the way this form of expression allows an author to wrestle an idea to the ground, as opposed to the bumper-sticker dialectics that pass for political and philosophical discourse in most sectors of our culture. In the age of mass communication, we need the quiet, contemplative and often ambiguous medium of the novel more than ever.
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Although Bix Constantine disbelieved in hell as intensely as he did in heaven, he knew what the place would be like. Hell, for Bix, was jealousy. It was failed journalists seeing their enemies receive Pulitzer Prizes. It was compulsive gamblers seeing jackpots gush from adjacent players' slot machines and sex-starved young men seeing their friends piled high with naked cheerleaders.
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Imagine that a team of neuroscientists has just unveiled a technology that lets a person remove all trace of some terrible experience from his brain. Under what conditions, if any, would you use it? What might it be like to go through life knowing you'd once suffered an ordeal so dreadful that it demanded radical excision? How long could you endure this strange affirmative ignorance, this lost access to the unspeakable, without becoming neurotic, or even slightly mad? In the long run, might you not decide that such circumscribed amnesia was worse than whatever memory you'd felt compelled to erase?
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She asked, "Do you believe science has all the answers?”
"Huh?”
"Science. Does it have all the answers?”
"Everybody thinks he's being oh-so-deep when he says science doesn't have all the answers.”
Done. All of it. Virginity gone, flesh ratified, mother spited, mission discovered-the gospel of empirical truth! Yes! Oh, yes!
"Science does have all the answers,” said Howard, withdrawing. "The problem is that we don't have all the science.”.
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Recent biblical exegesis by Anthem's newest organization, Hermeneutics Unlimited, had established beyond doubt that Jesus Christ was adamantly opposed to universal health-care insurance, class-action lawsuits, and corporate whistleblowers. Several prominent postrationalist theologians had successfully exposed public education for the misguided Marxist boondoggle it was, while a majority in Congress now advocated replacing the secular school system with private academies committed to sparing children the bad news that Charles Darwin had brought back from the Galápagos Islands.
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Murray held his daughter at arm's length. "Does God...er, visit you?”
"She doesn't even whisper to me. I listen, but she doesn't talk. It's not fair.”
God didn't talk. The best news he'd heard since Gabriel Frostig announced his embryo. "Look Julie, it's good she doesn't talk. God asks her children to do crazy things. It's good she doesn't whisper. Understand?”
"I guess.”
"Really?”
"Uh-huh. Where'd the crab go? Is he looking for his friends?”.
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