So,"he asked. "How's death?""Hard,"she said. "It just keeps... - Neil Gaiman, American Gods
"So,"he asked. "How's death?""Hard,"she said. "It just keeps going."
"So,"he asked. "How's death?""Hard,"she said. "It just keeps going."
"Call no man happy, said Shadow, until he is dead"
"The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies."
"That is the eternal folly of man. To be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones."
"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."
"It doesn't matter that you didn't believe in us,"said Mr. Ibis. "We believed in you."