Quotes about god

...those who say I am being punished are saying that god can't think of anything more vengeful than cancer for a heavy smoker.

Maybe it's all part of a great big ineffable plan. All of it. You, me, him, everything. Some great big test to see if what you've built all works properly, eh? You start thinking: it can't be a great cosmic game of chess, it has to be just very complicated Solitaire. And don't bother to answer. If we could understand, we wouldn't be us. Because it's all — all — "

INEFFABLE, said the figure feeding the ducks.

You can't be certain that what's happening right now isn't exactly right, from an ineffable point of view.

God moves in extremely mysterious, not to say, circuitous ways. God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players*, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.

If God were alive today, he would have to be an atheist, because the excrement has hit the air-conditioning big time, big time.

"That was the strength of the Nazis," she said. "They understood God better than anyone. They knew how to make him stay away."

And God said, "Let Us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done." And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man. Mud as man alone could speak. God leaned close as mud as man sat up, looked around, and spoke. Man blinked. "What is the purpose of all this?" he asked politely."Everything must have a purpose?” asked God."Certainly," said man."Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this," said God.And He went away.

God never wrote a good play in His life.

"I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.""Nice going, God!""Nobody but You could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have.""I feel very unimportant compared to You.""The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around."

"If I were a younger man, I would write a history of human stupidity; and I would climb to the top of Mount McCabe and lie down on my back with my history for a pillow; and I would take from the ground some of the blue-white poison that makes statues of men; and I would make a statue of myself, lying on my back, grinning horribly, and thumbing my nose at You Know Who."

We Bokononists believe that humanity is organized into teams, teams that do God's Will without ever discovering what they are doing. Such a team is called a karass by Bokonon ... "If you find your life tangled up with somebody else's life for no very logical reasons," writes Bokonon, "that person may be a member of your karass." At another point in The Books of Bokonon he tells us, "Man created the checkerboard; God created the karass." By that he means that a karass ignores national, institutional, occupational, familial, and class boundaries. It is as free form as an amoeba.

Peculiar Travel Suggestions are Dancing Lessons From God.