It goes without saying that all of the people, living, dead, and otherwise, in this story are fictional or used in a fictional context. Only the gods are real.

People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales.

One thing I've learned: you can know anything, it's all there, you just have to find it.

A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.

You're no help," he told the lime. This was unfair. It was only a lime; there was nothing special about it at all. It was doing the best it could.

I knowed a man in Paphlagonia who'd swallow a live snake every morning, when he got up. He used to say, he was certain of one thing, that nothing worse would happen to him all day. 'Course they made him eat a bowlful of hairy centipedes before they hung him, so maybe that claim was a bit presumptive.

The old rules are crumbling and nobody knows what the new rules are...so make up your own rules.