"Hey,"said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are."The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes."Say 'Nevermore,'"said Shadow."Fuck you,"said the raven."
"What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it’s got a bookstore, it knows it’s not foolin’ a soul."
"The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies."
"So,"he asked. "How's death?""Hard,"she said. "It just keeps going."
"I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it."
"Call no man happy, said Shadow, until he is dead"