Notoriety wasn't as good as fame, but was heaps better than obscurity.

Richard began to understand darkness: darkness as something solid and real, so much more than a simple absence of light. He felt it touch his skin, questing, moving, exploring: gliding through his mind. It slipped into his lungs, behind his eyes, into his mouth.

Continuity isn't actually something that I ever worry about. You use it where you need to, and you don't use it where you don't need to.

It's just harder out there in the world of the living, and we cannot protect you out there as easily. I wanted to keep you perfectly safe...But there is only one perfectly safe place for your kind, and you will not reach it until all your adventures are over and none of them matter any longer.

It does not matter where you come from, if you walk toward the truth you will reach it, whatever path you take.

Bod shrugged. "So?" he said. "It's only death. I mean, all of my best friends are dead.

Eyes as black and as shiny as chips of obsidian stared back into his. They were eyes like black holes, letting nothing out, not even information.