I don't think there is any other professional Bible scholar who is more respected and honored [like Frank Moore Cross].

I know that the Bible has been a central influence in [Elie Wiesel and Frank Moore Cross] lives - but in a very different way. In truth, you inhabit very different Biblical worlds.

I think that there is a certain schizophrenic aspect to my own relation to the Bible.

In my work, I attempt to deal with the Bible as I would deal with any work of literature.

To treat the history of Israel as I would treat the history of England or Russia or China; that is, an attempt at a scientific, historical approach.I am particularly fascinated with origins.

I think that there are these two very different sides to my relation to the Bible: one, my professional life; the other, a more private concern, interest and fascination with the Bible.

[My father was ] Presbyterian [minister]. But I did not take the Bible seriously until I was forced to take Hebrew at McCormick Theological Seminary.

We [with Frank Moore Cross] have the same fervor, the same passion when in front of us is a page, a unique page - every page is unique - of the Pentateuch.

We differ [with Frank Moore Cross] simply because of our differing backgrounds.

Both of you [Elie Wiesel and Frank Moore Cross] are giants, dare I say nephilim [giants; see Genesis 6:4; Numbers 13:33], in your world.

It would be hard to find a more influential book of Biblical studies than his Canaanite Myth and Hebrew Epic [1973].

In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.

The Right Honourable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts.

Yeah, but what happens if life hands me pickles? - Bumper sticker

Sudden resolutions, like the sudden rise of mercury in a barometer, indicate little else than the variability of the weather.

He's fat and a clown, Bill, a fat clown for all to see.

Women have come a long way over the past 20 years, but in substance abuse and addiction, women have come the wrong way.

Maybe, love is always forgiveness, to a degree.

Deep in my heart I know my future soul mate is not waiting for me online.

As if he was beating me to the punch, his words living forever, while I was left speechless, no rebuttal, no words left to say.

In language that's lyrical and haunting, Cheryl Strayed writes about bliss and loss, about the kind of grace that startles and transforms us in ordinary moments.