James Morrow Quotes

The labels fascinated Julie—Cutty Sark, Dewar’s, Beefeater—each logo dense with staid print and Anglo-Saxon dignity, as if alcohol were really a type of literary criticism and not a leading cause of traffic fatalities and brain rot.

Right before bed, I spend twenty minutes in this place. Then I can sleep."
"You mean you simply sit here, staring at everybody's pain? All you do is look at it?"
"Uh-huh. Just like God.

People are always asking, does God exist? Of course she does. The real question: what is she like?

There's something else, Beverly. I'm a minister of the Lord. This will be unusual for me, a kind of experiment."
"I know all about it, Reverend. You folks do more experimenting than Princeton's entire physics department.

What good is it having God for a mother if she never sends you a birthday card?

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?” A profound weariness pressed upon Murray. “Yes. Right. His friends. It’s good God doesn’t whisper.”

What enormous potential for intermittent happiness the world offered.

Pop, do we have heaven?" he'd asked on the day he discovered the (dead) cat. "You want to know a Jew's idea of heaven?" his father had replied, looking up from his Maimonides. "It's an endless succession of long winter nights on which we get paid a fair wage to sit in a warm room and read all the books ever written...Not just the famous ones, no, every book, the stuff nobody gets around to reading, forgotten plays, novels by people you never heard of. However, I profoundly doubt such a place exists.

He was a devout believer in the second chance. To the man who asked, “What’s the point of closing the barn door after the horse has been stolen?” Murray would answer, “The point is that the door is now closed.”

Are we innately aggressive?" asked Aquinas. "Was the nuclear predicament symptomatic of a more profound depravity? Nobody knows. But if this is so—and I suspect that it is—then the responsibility for what we are pleased to call our inhumanity still rests squarely in our blood-soaked hands. The killer-ape hypothesis does not specify a fate—it lays out an agenda. Beware, the fable warns. Caution. Trouble ahead. Genocidal weapons in the hands of creatures who are bored by peace."
"I think I'm going to throw up," said Brat.
"But the fable went unheeded. And the weapons, unchecked. And then, one cold Christmas season, death came to an admirable species—a species that wrote symphonies and sired Leonardo da Vinci and would have gone to the stars. It did not have to be this way. Three virtues only were needed—creative diplomacy, technical ingenuity, and moral outrage. But the greatest of these is moral outrage.

To George, Overwhite still seemed like a windbag, but he was obviously a resourceful and intelligent one, a windbag woven of the finest material.

Be sure to convict that chucklehead. He thinks a country’s Christianity is measured by the size of its thermonuclear arsenal.

It must have been hard converting your elders in the Pentagon to this view."
"Ever try stuffing a melted marshmallow up a wildcat's ass? It can be done, but you have to like your job.

The fission bomb was a costly mistress. Consider, your Honors. In 1979 this planet celebrated the International Year of the Child. Of the one hundred and twenty-two million children born that year, one of every ten was dead by 1982, and most died for lack of inexpensive food and vaccines. Yet in 1982 the world spent one trillion dollars on weapons. One trillion dollars!

In the end Humankind destroyed the heaven and the earth," Soapstone began...
"And Humankind said, 'Let there be security,' and there was security. And Humankind tested the security, that it would detonate. And Humankind divided the U-235 from the U-238. And the evening and the morning were the first strike." Soapstone looked up from the book. "Some commentators feel that the author should have inserted, 'And Humankind saw the security, that it was evil.' Others point out that such a view was not universally shared."...
Casting his eyes heavenward, Soapstone continued. "And Humankind said, 'Let there be a holocaust in the midst of the dry land.' And Humankind poisoned the aquifers that were below the dry land and scorched the ozone that was above the dry land. And the evening and the morning were the second strike."...
"And Humankind said, 'Let the ultraviolet light destroy the food chains that bring forth the moving creature!' And the evening and the morning—"...
"And Humankind said, 'Let there be rays in the firmament to fall upon the survivors!' And Humankind made two great rays, the greater gamma radiation to give penetrating whole-body doses, and the lesser beta radiation to burn the plants and the bowels of animals! And Humankind sterilized each living creature, saying, 'Be fruitless, and barren, and cease to—'