They believe themselves Lucifer's equals, Cain, all these pitiful little gnats. But there is only one that we have ever owned to be our superior. There is but one greater than us, and to him... to him we no longer speak.

Nobody will ever hurt her. She’ll just smile her faint vague wonderful smile and walk away.

A god's relationship to the world, even a world in which he was walking, was about as emotionally connected as that of a computer gamer playing with knowledge of the overall shape of the game and armed with a complete set of cheat codes.

Work. Home. The pub. Meeting girls. Living in the city. Life. Is that all there is?

Richard did not believe in angels, he never had. He was damned if he was going to start now. Still, it was much easier not to believe in something when it was not actually looking directly at you and saying your name.

Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.

You know I love you,' said the other mother flatly. 'You have a very funny way of showing it,' said Coraline.