If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There's a magic you take from death. Something leaves the world, something else comes into it.

So many things to see, people to do.

Shadow had heard too many people telling each other not to repress their feelings, to let their emotions out, let the pain go. Shadow thought there was a lot to be said for bottling up emotions. If you did it long enough and deep enough, he suspected, pretty soon you wouldn't feel anything at all.

If I were only allowed to read or enjoy art or listen to music made by people whose opinions and beliefs were the same as mine, I think the world would be a pretty dismal sort of a place.

What a refreshing mind you have, young man. There really is nothing quite like total ignorance, is there?

I have always felt that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats the last sanctuary of the terminally inept.

To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.