Jostein Gaarder

When we die, as when the scenes have been fixed on to celluloid and the scenery is pulled down and burnt — we are phantoms in the memories of our descendants. Then we are ghosts, my dear, then we are myths. But still we are together. We are the past together, we are a distant past. Beneath the dome of the mysterious stars, I still hear your voice.

Was Jesus a christian?

When you realize there is something you don't understand, then you're generally on the right path to understanding all kinds of things.