“I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call God is something in all of us. I believe that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was right. It’s just that the translations have gone wrong.”

“To be a Christian means to forgive the inexcusable because God has forgiven the inexcusable in you.”

“God has no religion.”

“We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.”

“God will not look you over for medals, degrees or diplomas but for scars.”

“A man can no more diminish God’s glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word ‘darkness’ on the walls of his cell.”

“Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.”

“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.”

“The Christian does not think God will love us because we are good, but that God will make us good because He loves us.”

“When there are no animals left, who will dress up like a zebra?Who will don the fur of a lion to show our kids?Who will dress up as god so they can show what man wanted to be?Who will show their children what life used to be?”

“When God was handing out stupidity, man made sure that he was at the head of the line because he wanted to be the best at everything.”

“I walk alone with God at my side.”

“Love is a sublime riddle wrapped in tenderness imbued with the ardor kiss of Divinity.”

“Religion blurs the image of God.”

“What if one were to want to hunt for these hidden presences? You can’t just rummage around like you’re at a yard sale. You have to listen. You have to pay attention. There are certain things you can’t look at directly. You need to trick them into revealing themselves. That’s what we’re doing with Walter, Jaz. We’re juxtaposing things, listening for echoes. It’s not some silly cybernetic dream of command and control, modeling the whole world so you can predict the outcome. It’s certainly not a theory of everything. I don’t have a theory of any kind. What I have is far more profound.’‘What’s that?’‘A sense of humor.’Jaz looked at him, trying to find a clue in his gaunt face, in the clear gray eyes watching him with such – what? Amusement? Condescension? There was something about the man which brought on a sort of hermeneutic despair. He was a forest of signs.‘We’re hunting for jokes.’ Bachman spoke slowly, as if to a child. ‘Parapraxes. Cosmic slips of the tongue. They’re the key to the locked door. They’ll help us discover it.’‘Discover what?’‘The face of God. What else would we be looking for?”