Why did they believe? Because they saw miracles. Things one man took as chance, a man of faith took as a sign. A loved one recovering from disease, a fortunate business deal, a chance meeting with a long lost friend. It wasn't the grand doctrines or the sweeping ideals that seemed to make believers out of men. It was the simple magic in the world around them.

I strive for nothing if not consistency

Oh, Wax has always been solemn, but when he's at his best, there's a smirk underneath.

If you give up what you want most for what you think you should want more, you'll end up miserable.

So,” Marasi said, “you traded a dead man’s scarf for another dead man’s gun. But…the gun itself belonged to someone dead, so by the same logic—” “Don’t try,” Waxillium said. “Logic doesn’t work on Wayne.” “I bought a ward against it off a traveling fortune-teller,” Wayne explained. “It lets me add two ’n’ two and get a pickle.

Entropy shakes its angry fist at you for being clever enough to organize the world. (p 2)

Welcome, Ruin said, to godhood.