So,"he asked. "How's death?""Hard,"she said. "It just keeps... - Neil Gaiman, American Gods

"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."