I'm really interested in this stuff." Julie rubbed a carton labeled ELEMENTARY PARTICLES. "Physics?" "Physics, biology, stars, everything." Howard sa… - James Morrow

You see God as an engineer?" asked Urpastor Phelps.
"I don't see God as anything at all."
"An engineer, you said. An incompetent engineer."
"Incompetent, perfect, who knows? God is whatever we agree to pretend God is. God is our image of God.

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.”

To Thomas’s eye, Union Square combined the exoticism of The Arabian Nights with the bedrock banality of American commerce, as if a medieval Persian bazaar had been transplanted to the twentieth century and taken over by Wal-Mart.