James K. Morrow - Day Quotes

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Ah, yes, the spiritual realm. In those days spiritual was my least favorite word. It still is.

James K. Morrow
Maybe I'll end up on the fun side of her pants some day.

James K. Morrow
If Western Europe and the United States committed seven billion dollars annually to the cause of clean drinking water worldwide, that investment would save four thousand lives a day...
Seven billion dollars. That's less than what Europeans spend each year for perfume and Americans for cosmetic surgery. Before he went to the gallows, Enoch Anthem spoke often about Christ turning water into wine, but he never once implored Christendom to turn perfume into water.

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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.

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I'm really interested in this stuff. Julie rubbed a carton labeled ELEMENTARY PARTICLES.
Physics?
Physics, biology, stars, everything.
Howard said, Good for you. These days most people prefer to impoverish their minds with mysticism.

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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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