I feel like I am involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won't tell me the rules, and who smiles all the time.

Stories are made up by people who make them up. If they work, they get retold. There's the magic of it.

With American Gods I was trying very, very consciously - there was a level at which it was a little like trying to write a novel in French - you know, "this novel is to be written in American."

The lower you start, the more opportunities you have.

I think hell is something you carry around with you, not somewhere you go.

I think you're doing better than you were the last time we saw you. You're growing a new heart, for a start.

Have you ever had one of those days when something just seems to be trying to tell you somebody?