Orville Prescott famous quotes

Few children learn to read books by themselves. Someone has to lure them into the wonderful world of the written word; Someone has to show them the way.
-- Orville Prescott

#Children #Book #World

Wildly original, brilliantly comic, brutally gruesome, it is a dazzling performance that will probably outrage nearly as many readers as it delights.
-- Orville Prescott

#Delight #Comic #Outrage

The Seasons Difference is a suave and urbane comedy about several immense abstractions - faith, innocence, loneliness, and love.
-- Orville Prescott

#Loneliness #Differences #And Love

There is not a command God gives to His children for which He does not provide the enablement for obedience.

Happy bridegroom, Hesper brings All desired and timely things. All whom morning sends to roam, Hesper loves to lead them home. Home return who him behold, Child to mother, sheep to fold, Bird to nest from wandering wide: Happy bridegroom, seek your bride.

I was a narrative historian, believing more and more as I matured that the first function of the historian was to answer the child's question, "What happened next?

The Old Testament is responsible for more atheism, agnosticism, disbelief - call it what you will - than any book ever written; it has emptied more churches than all the counterattractions of cinema, motor bicycle and golf course.

To her- Hand in hand we come Christopher Robin and I To lay this book in your lap. Say you're surprised? Say you like it? Say it's just what you wanted? Because it's yours- because we love you.

A diary need not be a dreary chronicle of one's movements; it should aim rather at giving salient account of some particular episode, a walk, a book, a conversation.

It comes back to the old question: How can the Bible be so wise in some places and so barbaric in others? And why should we put any faith in a book that includes such brutality?

My reading list grows exponentially. Every time I read a book, it'll mention three other books I feel I have to read. It's like a particularly relentless series of pop-up ads.

And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.

Let me tell you, though: being the smartest boy in the world wasn’t easy. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want this. On the contrary, it was a huge burden. First, there was the task of keeping my brain perfectly protected. My cerebral cortex was a national treasure, a masterpiece of the Sistine Chapel of brains. This was not something that could be treated frivolously. If I could have locked it in a safe, I would have. Instead, I became obsessed with brain damage.