The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if... - Neil Gaiman, American Gods

"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."

"I don't know much more than I did when I was alive. Most of the stuff I know now that I didn't know then I can't put into words."

"So,"he asked. "How's death?""Hard,"she said. "It just keeps going."

"Call no man happy, said Shadow, until he is dead"