N.D. Wilson Quotes

#1. Anastasia reached the attic stairs, slowed down, and listened. She knew that the first step to asking about secrets is seeing how much you can find out by sneaking. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#2. Son," his father said. "Run faithfully to the end, and like all good men, you will die of having lived. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#3. ...live hard and die grateful. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#4. Infinite goes all the way up and all the way down; and at every level, with equal attention, He creates with the full dose of His personality. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#5. I knew I was different from the rest of you plebes. Look how silly and gothic you all look with your skinny, knobbed arms. I'm unique. Neoclassical. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#6. 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. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#7. The fall of man did not introduce evil; it placed us on the wrong side of it, under its rule, needing rescue. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#8. You know,' Reg said, 'we're going to get out. We really are. Even if we have to let fire to the ceiling.' He glopped jam onto a white crawdad tail with a grit covered finger. 'But we have to eat enough of this so that we get sick and die a couple days after. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#9. Boys should sleep in during the summer. I don't know how else people expect them to grow. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#10. He made slighting remarks about the committee's enforcement, and, well, rules is rules as the rules say someplace, or at least as all the oldies say they say. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#11. You fainted,' Tom said.
Reg coughed.
No, I didn't,' he said. 'Women faint. People afraid of needles faint. Men black out. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#12. The moon was up, painting the world silver, making things look just a little more alive. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#13. Do not slip into writing for the mind and the mind alone. In other words, do not play merely upon our ability to reason. And do not focus only on visuals. Write for the whole person. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#14. Butter laughed beneath sea salt, and gravy anointed them both. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#15. I've watched goldfish make babies, and ants execute earwigs. I've seen a fly deliver live young while having its head eaten by a mantis. And I had a golden retriever behave like one. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#16. Understand this: we are both tiny and massive. We are nothing more than molded clay given breath, but we are nothing less than divine self-portraits, huffing and puffing along the mountain ranges of epic narrative arcs prepared for us by the Infinite Word Himself. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#17. May you fear no evil. ...And may evil fear you. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#18. Self-loathing and self-worship can easily be the same thing. You hate the small sack of fluids and resentments that you are, and you would go to any length, and betray anything and anyone, to preserve it. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#19. Plato, the first true pope of philosophy (sorry, Socrates), argued for a World of Forms above the reality-a transcendent plane of perfect essences, pure and lovely, where nothing ever gets muddy (including the essence of mud.) - Author: N.D. Wilson

#20. Evolution has produced us more recently, and that makes us the smartest ever. After all, we invented the parking lot. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#21. Evil is an adjective. It is an adjective used to describe those actions of man (and their effects) that are contrary to the nature of God. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#22. The clear water rippled gently, licking the line of fresh blue tile around its rim like a liquid puppy waiting to be played with. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#23. No place is ever the same tomorrow. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#24. That wasn't me. I'm not a morning person. There's another person inside of me that does all the morning things. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#25. I love it as it is, because it is a story, and it isn't stuck in one place. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#26. Cyrus squinted through the rain at the old man, at the truck, at the crackling Golden Lady. What was going on? None of this seemed real. But it was. The rain on his skin. The soggy waffle and drooping napkins. The smell of gunpowder. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#27. It's the dull knife that cuts you. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#28. We are nothing more than molded clay given breath, but we are nothing less than divine self-portraits, - Author: N.D. Wilson

#29. Spring is worth the wait. Life is worth the death. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#30. Truth: We are the present. We are now. We are the razor's edge of history. The future flies at us and from that dark blur we shape the past. And the past is forever. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#31. What is this world? What is it for? It is art. It is the best of all possible art, a finite picture of the Infinite. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#32. Complain. Whine. Be a fusser. The story needs those as well, because every butt needs a joke, and the audience must laugh. Whether they (and God) laugh at or with us is up to you. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#33. The world is R-rated, and no one's checking IDs - Author: N.D. Wilson

#34. Nietzsche- a weak but strongly mustachioed, Lutheran Pastor's son. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#35. Gilbert Keith Chesterton (that fabulously large Catholic writer) overheard someone making fun of Milton (it didn't matter that the insults were all true). - Author: N.D. Wilson

#36. Drink your wine. Laugh from your gut. Burden your moments with thankfulness. Be as empty as you can be when that clock winds down. Spend your life. And if time is a river, may you leave a wake. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#37. Sometimes standing against evil is more important than defeating it. The greatest heroes stand because it is right to do so, not because they believe they will walk away with their lives. Such selfless courage is a victory in itself. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#38. But the storm-whipsers sound more pleased to me. Excited eve
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#39. 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? - Author: N.D. Wilson

#40. Henry's in the cupbord,' Richard said. 'I opted to sit this one out. Would it be incovenient for me to stay? - Author: N.D. Wilson

#41. Do not fear the shadowy places. You will never be the first one there. Another went ahead and down until He came out the other side. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#42. 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 freedom. Act, and act well until you reach your final scene. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#43. You must wake because your name awaits, and your blood is called. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#44. What I say is, don't go playing unless you can win. Only sit down to chess with idiots, only kick a dog what's dead already, and don't love a lady unless she loves you first. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#45. I am here to paint you a picture of the world I see - Author: N.D. Wilson

#46. Solomon smiles with us - Author: N.D. Wilson

#47. This is poetry, but it is not delicate and fragile, a placid ocean beneath a Bible vese on an inspirational poster. This poetry had testicles. It's rougher than a rodeo. Which is why the cliffs are crowded with spectators - Author: N.D. Wilson

#48. By His grace, we are the water made wine. We are the dust made flesh made dust made flesh again. We are the whores made brides and the thieves made saints and the killers made apostles. We are the dead made living.
We are His cross. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#49. to an infinite artist, a Creator in love with His craft, there is no unimportant corner, there is no thrown-away image, no tattered thread in the novel left untied. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#50. I love the world as it is, because I love what it will be. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#51. And I don't have to hold on with anything more than my toes - Author: N.D. Wilson

#52. Glory is sacrifice, glory is exhaustion, glory is having nothing left to give.
Almost.
It is death by living. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#53. Caves and darkness can't hold you when you die, they can only hold your bones. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#54. THE MAN IN THE PINK SHIRT stopped outside his house. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#55. Going where no man has gone before is more difficult than it sounds. Our cousins and ancestors were no less curious than we are, and were perhaps bolder. This world is their tomb.
You should look under the bed. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#56. God's big enough that small doesn't matter. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#57. Living is the same thing as dying. Living well is the same thing as dying for others. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#58. You can't buy history new. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#59. In Bright Shadow: C.S. Lewis on the Imagination for Theology and Discipleship - Author: N.D. Wilson

#60. We are narrative creatures, and we need narrative nourishment - narrative catechisms. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#61. I listened to you tell me, tell everyone, and all the world, "Praise the Lord." You were broken, but not by bullets and bombs. You were broken by grace. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#62. If you knew the meaning of life, would you necessarily like it? - Author: N.D. Wilson

#63. That much life is heavy for the strongest shoulders. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#64. And a smaller, sad, little-dead-poet sphere with acne scars spins around us lighting the night ... - Author: N.D. Wilson

#65. Your father died for me, and dying with you would be an honor, though not as great as dying to save you. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#66. A pig in a blanket is a hot dog wrapped in a dough and baked. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#67. As sub-assistant-treasurer in this archipelago, there are conversations I've been meaning to have. We could have those now, young Loam. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#68. 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. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#69. Should we care about philosopher if the world so clearly doesn't? - Author: N.D. Wilson

#70. I've seen a baby born. And, ahem, I know what made it. But I'm not telling, you'd never believe me. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#71. The truth is that a life well lived is always lived on a rising scale of difficulty. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#72. Marx called religion an opiate, and all too often it is. But philosophy is an anaesthetic, a shot to keep the wonder away. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#73. Tom had traveled around the sun eleven times when the delivery truck brought his mother's newest fridge, but a number doesn't really describe his age. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#74. Shakespeare, adrenal glands, professional bowling, and the bizarre reproductive patterns of wasps (along with teams of BBC cameraman to document them( - Author: N.D. Wilson

#75. We haven't stopped running, but we are getting slower. We have little people running with us now. We have passed others. Our own people will pass us. They will grow and meet others who are young and strong and they will feel as if they are part of the very beginning of life. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#76. Nails are forged for pounding. Man is born to trouble. Man is born for trouble. Man is born to battle trouble. Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded - under torch and hammer and chisel - into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#77. Here Spring just grows and greens and warms, spreading life, wrapping us in her arms, until suddenly we realize that she's not a girl anymore. She's a woman. A woman named Summer. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#78. We are characters - spoken and shaped down to the rhythms of the electrons in our toe fungus. But we are also active. We have been shaped in the Shaper's image. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#79. snow is overused. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#80. Henry York, aka Whimpering Child, aka WC (hair sample included), is hereby identified as Enemy, Hazard, and Human Mishap to all faeren in all districts, in all ways, and in all worlds. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#81. Live Like a Narnian: Christian Discipleship in C.S. Lewis's Chronicles - Author: N.D. Wilson

#82. But God never seems capable of moderation - Author: N.D. Wilson

#83. Tom shut his eyes again, because when his eyes were shut, he could tell himself that there was light. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#84. Narrative living is the beginning of rhetoric. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#85. If someone else was delivering your lines, would you like them? If someone else was wearing your attitude, would you be impressed? - Author: N.D. Wilson

#86. I have ridden with death, and walked beside it. Some say I have sought it. The search would not have been difficult, but I look for the death of my enemies first. That is much harder to find. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#87. Columbus was the first to come to the east. Vikings don't count, and neither do all the people who were standing on the beaches and waving when he got here. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#88. Cowards live for the sake of living, but for heroes, life is a weapon, a thing to be spent, a gift to be given to the weak and the lost and the weary, even to the foolish and the cowardly. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#89. I love it with all of its villains and pretty liars and self-righteous pompers - Author: N.D. Wilson

#90. Writing every day is very, very helpful, but set the bar at a place where you have no excuse: It doesn't matter how tired you are, how late it is, you will do it. So if you say, "I will write one hundred words a day" - set the bar there, and then you can actually get over that bar. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#91. But philosophy proper has become a place to hide ... - Author: N.D. Wilson

#92. Every rock is spoon by the Word. Every time I touch a stone, I am touching the Voice of God. Every cell of me is crafted by that artistry. My life is His breath. But we mortals grow numb. We want to feel more. And so we add MSG to our earthly brands of holiness. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#93. Do your best. Live. Create. Fail. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#94. Don't follow me. I don't want to kill you."
"You're too kind. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#95. It is hard to stay focused with so much swirling around me. God is distracting. He never stops talking, and I can never stop listening. There is a reason we sleep. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#96. Horace smiled. Always breakfast like a man condemned. One never knows that a day may bring. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#97. May my living be grace to those behind me. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#98. A neutral observer would not find this world to be believable. Ergo, the cause of said unbelievable world must place similar stretch marks on the imagination. Step - Author: N.D. Wilson

#99. Is the journey the destination? Please, no. Let me out of your Volkswagen bus at the next corner. - Author: N.D. Wilson

#100. It has thick skin, and all the most important thinkers have become part of it. - Author: N.D. Wilson