“God is a God of galaxies, of storms, of roaring seas and boiling thunder, but He is also the God of bread baking, of a child's smile, of dust motes in the sun. He is who He is, and always shall be. Look around you now. He is speaking always and everywhere. His personality can be seen and known and leaned upon. The sun is belching flares while mountains scrape our sky while ants are milking aphids on their colonial leaves and dolphins are laughing in the surf and wheat is rippling and wind is whipping and a boy is looking into the eyes of a girl and mortals are dying.” LooksChildrenEyeGirlKnownBoysLaughingSunSeaSkyDyingWindPersonalityMountainStormBreadDustMortalsGalaxyThunderAntsBakingWheatSurfRoaringDolphinsBoilingFlareWhippingBelching Book:Death by Living: Life Is Meant to Be Spent Source: Death by Living: Life Is Meant to Be Spent
“Tom had traveled around the sun eleven times when the delivery truck brought his mother's newest fridge, but a number doesn't really describe his age.” AgeMotherNumbersSunTomsTraveledTruckElevenDeliveryFridges Book:Leepike Ridge Source: Leepike Ridge
“After three years down here, I've not learned too much. But one thing I do know is that our bellies aren't big enough for revenge. It turns sour and eats you up. We'll get out, but we'll get out for the sun, the moon, and mothers, not for small-souled enemies, though we'll deal with them when we get there.” KnowsYearsEnoughBigsMotherTurnsThreeDealsEnemySunToo MuchOne ThingMoonRevengeThree YearsBellySour Author:N.D. Wilson
“Do not resent your place in the story. Do not imagine yourself elsewhere. Do not close your eyes and picture a world without thorns, without shadows, without hawks. Change this world. Use your body like a tool meant to be used up, discarded, and replaced. Better every life you touch. We will reach the final chapter. When we have eyes that can stare into the sun, eyes that only squint for the Shenikah, then we will see laughing children pulling cobras by their tails, and hawks and rabbits playing tag.” WorldChildrenStoriesUseBodyEyeUsedLaughingSunImagineThis WorldShadowToolsFinalsYour BodyStaringMeant To BeElsewhereChaptersReplacedPullingTailsRabbitsThornsResentTagHawksDiscardedCobras Author:N.D. Wilson
“In this story, the sun moves. In this story, every night meets a dawn and burns away in the bright morning. In this story, Winter can never hold back the Spring... He is the best of all possible audiences, the only Audience to see every scene, the Author who became a Character and heaped every shadow on Himself. The Greeks were right. Live in fear of a grinding end and a dank hereafter. Unless you know a bigger God, or better yet, are related to Him by blood.” KnowsEndsCharacterStoriesMovingNightMorningAudienceSunBloodSceneSpringShadowBiggerWinterDawnGreekRelatedEvery NightHereafterDank Author:N.D. Wilson
“Tragedy isn't an easy thing to kill. It takes more than a turtle. Tragedy must be destroyed by someone willing to be swallowed by it, willing to be broken, torn out of the flesh, but able to return to it. Someone must be able to shatter the tragic from within and exit into comedy, able to rip a hole so wide that a train of souls, a parade, could follow after, banging drums and throwing candy as they strolled into the sun.” SoulAbleEasySunComedyWillingBrokenReturnTragedyTrainWideFleshHolesDestroyedTragicThrowingTornCandyRipExitParadesTurtlesBangingEasy Things Author:N.D. Wilson
