Theology That Bites Back
“‘Oh, deadly serious. No God, above us, only sky. It seems that boinking nubile young dopes would be just the ticket. If morality is just a social construct, one has to admire that kind of clear-headed behavior. And in a Christian school, too.’ Marcie just stared. Jill looked back at her with her very best fat face. And, as fat faces go, it was a pretty good one”
Ecochondriacs, p. 59
“Of the three women, the one who was out in front and apparently the spokesman for them all could have been attractive if she had wanted to be, or she used to be attractive, or something of that nature. The other two were in a different category entirely. They looked like nothing on earth”
Ecochondriacs, p. 57
“And at just that moment, there was a clatter and a rustle and pother of self-importance at the door of the office, and three women, of the protesting variety, came in.”
Ecochondriacs, p. 57
“That left him with nothing but guilt, and the unpleasant sensation of being the moral equivalent of a three-inch green tree frog”
Ecochondriacs, p. 48
“One time they had given him a little monologue, which he had delivered straight to camera, which argued that if you divided the name Adam into two words, a dam, you could see how easy it was for our humanity to become a blockage to the divine energy. If you wanted the energy to flow, you really needed to blow up that dam. It had occurred to Montenegro while he was delivering this particular message that this also had the added blessing of freeing up all the spiritual salmon, but he didn’t say anything about that”
Ecochondriacs, pp. 44-45
“‘Divorce?’ He had no right to be amazed at the prospect of divorce appearing suddenly like this, but it is often the case that delusional people experience feelings that they have no right to experience”
Ecochondriacs, p. 42
“How you learned how to type with those bratwurst fingers of yours beats me”
Ecochondriacs, p. 36
“That mission statement was, ’To fight the pagan death cult until we hang their last dog’”
Ecochondriacs, p. 34
“He defined ecological sanity as a world that didn’t have any environmentalists in it anymore, except three at the South Pole perhaps, studying the weather. Not the climate, but the weather”
Ecochondriacs, p. 33
“The prose read like it had been written by the archangel Gabriel—when the muse was on him, when he was writing hot, and was going real good”
Ecochondriacs, p. 31
