“ What is the world? What is it for? It is an art. It is the best of all possible art, a finite picture of the infinite. Assess it like prose, like poetry, like architecture, sculpture, painting, dance,… N.D. Wilson
“ Do you dislike your role in the story, your place in the shadow? What complaints do you have that the hobbits could not have heaved at Tolkien? You have been born into a narrative, you have been given… N.D. Wilson
“ Stories are like catechisms, but they're catechisms for your impulses, they're catechisms with flesh on. N.D. Wilson
“ Atheism is an idea. Most often (thank God), it is an idea lived and told with blunt jumbo-crayon clumsiness. Some child of Christianity or Judaism dons an unbelieving Zorro costume and preens about th… N.D. Wilson
“ Your father died for me, and dying with you would be an honor, though not as great as dying to save you. N.D. Wilson
“ Frank, I ran into Gladys and Billy at the store yesterday. Do you know what he said to me?"The girls went very quiet. Frank didn't look up."Hello?" he asked, and kept rubbing Henry's knife.Dotty hit h… N.D. Wilson
“ When you depart from standard usage, it should be deliberate and not an accidental lapse. Like a poet who breaks the rules of poetry for creative effect, this only works when you know and respect the… N.D. Wilson
“ But if that was going to happen, it was going to happen whether or not he worried about it. N.D. Wilson
“ Slowly, Rupert Greeves raised his head. His eyelids fluttered and the corner of his mouth twitched up. 'What,' he asked the world, 'can you do to erase my laughter? N.D. Wilson
“ Welcome to His poem. His play. His novel. Skip the bowls of fruit and statues. Let the page flick your thumbs. This is His spoken word. N.D. Wilson
“ To exist in this poem [of creation] is a greater gift than any finite creature can imagine. To be so insignificant and yet still be given a speaking part, to be given scenes that are my own, and my ow… N.D. Wilson
“ Glory is sacrifice, glory is exhaustion, glory is having nothing left to give.Almost.It is death by living. N.D. Wilson
“ Life is a story. Why do we die? Because we live. Why do we live? Because our Maker opened His mouth and began to tell a story. N.D. Wilson
“ Henry flopped onto his bed, and his steam leaked slowly out. He began telling himself a story in his head. It was about how just and kind and understanding he was. It was about right he had been, how… N.D. Wilson
“ The fall of man did not introduce evil; it placed us on the wrong side of it, under its rule, needing rescue. N.D. Wilson
