Quotes About Creation

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In the beginning the Universe was created.

How can we be alive and not wonder about the stories we knit together this place we call the world? Without stories our universe is merely rocks and clouds and lava and blackness. It's a village scraped raw by warm waters leaving not a trace of what existed before.

LET'S JUST HOPE WE ACCIDENTALLY BUILD GOD.

We can no longer create the feeling of an era...of time being particular to one spot in time.

As brothers and sister we knew instinctively that if we were going to stand in darkness, best we stand in a darkness we had made ourselves.

Next book. It's embryonic in my head, but it's conceived. I don't want to discuss it for fear of screwing up the zygote.

She created a new world for herself. It blew my mind to see this animal acquire language. And then literally reshape her world with it.

There can be no doubt: life is a miraculous thing, and even more miraculous is human intelligence. Our world, this earth, is a surpassingly beautiful place, perfectly suited to our needs. It is as if the world were created for us, so perfect is it. But this is an illusion; in fact, we were created for the world. The world is just right for us because we've been adapting to it for millions of years.

Someone is writing a poem. Words are being set down in a force field. It's as if the words themselves have magnetic charges; they veer together or in polarity, they swerve against each other.

As Jesus says in the Gospel of Thomas, "If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you." [Gospel of Thomas 70]

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." [John 1:1, NIV, ESV]

Night, o my mother, from whose womb I took my being.

O bountiful Night, housekeeper of heaven's embroidery.

If I were dead, the first thing you'd do, with the tears streaming down your face, would be to start modelling some damned mourning woman or some figure of grief.

Life is always dangerous—never forget that. In the end, perhaps, not only great natural forces, but the work of our own hands may destroy it.

One wonders where these things come *from* -- I mean the ones that are a must. Sometimes I think that is the moment one feels nearest to God, because you have been allowed to feel a little of the joy of pure creation. You have been able to make something that is not yourself. You know a kinship with the Almighty, as you might on a seventh day, when you see that what you have made is good.

Only much later did I understand that this raw material is the very marrow of literature, and that, from it, it's possible to create an interior narrative. I say "interior" because at that time chronicles were considered to be where truth was to be found. "Interior" expression had not yet been born.

Beasts aren't sent with wrath because the time is short but, rather, are shaped over time from the wrath that was wrought forth within them.

God has to pay a price for the monsters that we create" -Mental Hell

People aren't predestined with a purpose. Like an elaborate lie, we make it up as we go along

The mind is, by far, the most complex tool ever created. The day we'll discover every minutia of its inner workings is the day we'll know everything there is to know about this universe.

When Allah had made the rest of the world, He saw that there was a lot of rubbish left over, bits and pieces and things that did not fit anywhere else. He collected them all together and threw them down on to the earth. That was Afghanistan,' the

The Giver has communicated himself in the gift of being in such a way that the creative act reaches to the core of the creature's freedom.