I watch with envious eyes and mind, the single-souled who dare not feel The wind that blows beyond the moon, who do not hear the fairy reel

One thing that I get from a lot of people with American Gods is people saying that they would love some kind of glossary with a list of all the Gods and who they are, so that they can look them up.

To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.

They all do the same things. They may think their sins are original, but for the most part they are petty and repetitive.

If you don't know it's impossible it's easier to do.

People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

I wanted to write something that would be a comedy in the sense of making people feel happier when they finish it than they did when began it.