The man was fat. His belly arrived like an advance guard, heralding the bulk to come, huge shoulders, a surplus chin. His white cassock had settled o… - James Morrow

Being God, I must choose My words carefully. People, I’ve noticed, tend to hang on to My every remark. It gets annoying, this servile and sycophantic streak in Homo sapiens sapiens. There’s a difference, after all, between tasteful adulation and arrant toadyism, but they just don’t get it.

Forgive me if I’m confusing you with logic.

Your disciples will expect something even grander from you. They'll want you to become a deity." She snickered and said, "I'm not ruling out that possibility."
"What sort of deity? A hamadryad? Plato's demiurge? The Creator God of Judeo-Christian revelation?"
"That job's already taken," she said.
"But you could do it better," I said.
"When it comes to the physics, no, but in other areas—you're right.