Quotes about Author
One of the first courses I ever taught at Dartmouth was on the Bible as literature.
— Jay Parini
I am writing a book about the Crusades so dull that I can scarcely write it.
— Hilaire Belloc
And I talked to my doctor, and I must admit, you know, I'm sometimes quite renowned for my outbursts and I was just very frustrated, maybe a little frightened.
— Elton John
Yes, she's fine. She's rereading one of your books. There's not many authors she likes, so if there's nothing new, she just rereads yours. The funny thing is, she forgets how they end, so she enjoys it just as much as the first time. I swear the woman could plan her own surprise party.
— Richard Paul Evans
He had sensory processing disorder—something we didn't know about back then—and was highly sensitive to smells.
— Richard Paul Evans
It is good to divert our sorrow for other things to the root of all, which is sin. Let our grief run most in that channel, that as sin bred grief, so grief may consume sin.
— Richard Sibbes
If anybody didn't have a messiah complex, it was Jesus
— Rob Bell
when people debate faith vs. science they've already missed the point. Faith is about embracing truth wherever it's found, and that of course includes science.) He's
— Rob Bell
The Bible was written by Jewish people who belonged to a Jewish minority living under the oppression of a succession of massive military superpowers who had conquered them: The Egyptians, the Persians, the Babylonians, the Assyrians, the Greeks, the Romans. These
— Rob Bell
To say it again, eternal life is less about a kind of time that starts when we die, and more about a quality and vitality of life lived now in connection to God.
— Rob Bell
So according to Jesus there is this age, this aion— the one they, and we, are living in— and then a coming age, also called "the world to come" or simply "eternal life.
— Rob Bell
And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.
— Robert Frost