Quotes About Amos

The Protestant view is problematic because it ignores the fact that certain prophetic oracles are very interested in punctilious performance of particular ritual laws (see esp. Jer 17.19–27). Furthermore, a close reading of prophets such as Isaiah or Amos suggests that they are not anti-law or anti-Temple, but are rhetorically emphasizing that ritual behavior alone, without proper moral behavior, is insufficient to assure divine blessing.

Of course, not all slow thinking requires that form of intense concentration and effortful computation—I did the best thinking of my life on leisurely walks with Amos.

Amos was more conservative than I was about hunches, and he cor- rectly pointed out that appealing to suggestion did not help us understand anchoring, because we did not know how to explain suggestion.

Amos describes transmitting God's message as a kind of knee-jerk reaction: "If a lion roars, who isn't afraid? And if God speaks, who doesn't prophesy?" What could have been the lived reality behind such assertions?

Amos calls Israel to seek Yahweh, the roaring lion, and live.

you prefer to continue knitting, that is your decision. If you prefer to serve the cause of justice, I hope that you may at least find it interesting. Let justice roll down like waters. And righteousness like an everlasting stream. Amos.

Instead of making God a symbol to challenge our prejudice and force us to contemplate our own shortcomings, it can be used to endorse our egotistic hatred and make it absolute. It makes God behave exactly like us, as though he were simply another human being. Such a God is likely to be more attractive and popular than the God of Amos and Isaiah, who demands ruthless self-criticism.

Right," I said. "So the baboon, the crocodile…any other pets I should know about?" Amos thought for a moment. "Visible ones? No, I think that's it.

Amos sipped his coffee. Sorry if that distubed you. Khufu's very picky. He only eats foods that end in -o. Doritos, burritos, flamingos. I blinked. Did you say- Carter, Sadie warned. She looked a little queasy, like she'd already had this conversation. Don't ask.

I looked across the river to Manhattan. It was a great view. When Sadie and I had first arrived at Brooklyn House, Amos had told us that magicians tried to stay out of Manhattan. He said Manhattan had other problems--whatever that meant. And sometimes when I looked across the water, I could swear I was seeing things. Sadie laughed about it, but once I thought I saw a flying horse. Probably just the mansion's magic barriers causing optical illusions, but still, it was weird.

Right," I said. "So the baboon, the crocodile…any other pets I should know about?" Amos thought for a moment. "Visible ones? No, I think that's it.

So you can't live in Manhattan?' she asked. Amos's brow furrowed as he looked across at the Empire State Building. 'Manhattan has other problems. Other gods. It's best we stay separate.

Amos stopped before the entrance, which was the size of a garage door—a dark heavy square of timber with no visible handle or lock. "Carter after you." "Um, how do I—" "How do you think?" Great another mystery. I was about to suggest we ram Amos's head against it and see if that worked.

Amos clapped his hands. "Khufu!" I thought he'd sneezed, because Khufu is a weird name, but then a little dude about three feet tall with gold fur and a purple shirt came clambering down the stairs. It took me a second to realize it was a baboon wearing an L.A. Lakers jersey.

If anybody felt worse than I did, it was Amos. I had just enough magic to turn myself into a falcon and him into a hamster (hey, I was rushed!)

I heard Amos yell, "For Brooklyn!" It was an odd battle cry.

Amos sipped his coffee. The faraway look on his face reminded me of my dad. "I don't want to scare you." "Too late.

The house of Life doesn't trust our family, especially after what Dad and Mom did. Amos said we were raised apart for a reason, so we wouldn't trigger each other's magic." "Bloody awful reason to keep us apart," I muttered.

Anything your father said. People he might have mentioned." "Amos," I blurted out, just to see his reaction. "He met a man named Amos." Inspector Williams sighed. "Sadie, he couldn't have done. Surely you know that. We spoke with Amos not one hour ago, on the phone from his home in New York." "He isn't in New York!" I insisted. "He's right—" I glanced out the window and Amos was gone. Bloody typical.

While not a musician, my father was a music agent for years before becoming pop culture icon Famous Amos.

Chrissie Hynde is the coolest woman alive, and no man can have her.

Devotees of grammatical studies have not been distinguished for any very remarkable felicities of expression

Later, " Amos said, "when you're wishing we had this stuff, I am going to merciless in my mockery. And then we'll die.

He reflects that Chekhov has already mapped out the route by which one can approach a strange lady by paying court to her lapdog.