More quotes by Neil Gaiman, American Gods

"The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies."
"It doesn't matter that you didn't believe in us,"said Mr. Ibis. "We believed in you."
"So,"he asked. "How's death?""Hard,"she said. "It just keeps going."
"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."