Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.

It's astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself into, if one works at it. And astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself out of, if one assumes that everything will, somehow or other, work out for the best.

Sexton: I think the whole world's gone mad. Death: Uh-uh. It's always like this. You probably just don't get out enough.

I knew enough about adults to know that if did tell them what had happened, I would not be believed. Adults rarely seemed to believe me when I told the truth anyway.

The converse held reassuringly true: daylight was safe. Daylight was always safe.

He goes his way. We travel a spiral. The quickest way is sometimes the longest.