Neil Gaiman, American Gods Quotes

He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.

As sure as water's wet and days are long and a friend will always disappoint you in the end.

Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn't she the one who killed her children?

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.

I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.

I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.

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.

All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.

Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine. First they were driving through countryside, then, imperceptibly, the occasional town became a low suburban sprawl, and the sprawl became the city.

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.

It's harder to pick and choose when you're dead. It's like a photograph, you know. It doesn't matter as much.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.

It's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie.

It's easy, there's a trick to it, you do it or you die.

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.

Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

Mostly you are what they think you are.

What my business partner says is, if the Lord gives you a talent or a skill, you have the obligation to use it as best as you can. Don’t you agree?

He was cold, standing in a wood, talking to a big black bird who was currently brunching on Bambi.

Shadow crawled across the floor to the yellow foam-rubber pad and climbed onto it, pulling the thin blanket over himself, and closed his eyes, and he held onto nothing, and he held onto dreams.

The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.

you do your own time in prison. You don't do anyone else's time for them.

Everything that is, casts a shadow

Listen, gods die when they are forgotten. People too. But the land's still here. The good places, and the bad. The land isn't going anywhere. And neither am I.

Organizing gods is like herding cats into straight lines. They don't take naturally to it.

Gods are great, " said Atsula, slowly, as if she were comprehending a great secret. "But the heart is greater. For it is from our hearts they come, and to our hearts they shall return...

Only the Gods are real.

Gods are great, " said Atsula, slowly, as if she were imparting a great secret. "But the heart is greater. For it is from our hearts they come, and to our hearts they shall return...

If I could grant wishes do you think I would be driving a cab?

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

I’m just a soul whose intentions are good, ’“ he sang to the crabs and the spiders and the palmetto beetles and the lizards and the night. ‘“Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.

This country would get along much better if people learned how to suffer in silence.

I need to know how you did it it. I did it, said Sweeney, with the air of one confiding a huge secret, witch panache and style. That's how I did it.(Shadow & Mad Sweeney)

Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

Have you thought about what it means to be a god?" asked the man. He had a beard and a baseball cap. "It means you give up your mortal existence to become a meme (...)".

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.

And I know an eighteenth charm, and that charm is the greatest of all, and that charm I can tell no man, for a secret that no one knows but you is the most powerful secret there can ever be.

You know, ” he said. “I think I would rather be a man than a god. We don’t need anyone to believe in us. We just keep going anyhow. It’s what we do.” There was silence, in the high place.

This is a roadside attraction, ' said Wednesday. 'One of the finest. Which means it is a place of power.

Before that no one thought of us as colored-foreign maybe, exotic and dark, but not colored.

It doesn't matter that you didn't believe in us, " said Mr. Ibis. "We believed in you.

Now there were stars overhead, hanging like frozen spears of light, stabbing the night sky.

It symbolizes a spear, and in this sorry world the symbol is the thing.

For as soon as something becomes impossible it slipslides out of belief entirely, whether it’s true or not.