You play your cards so close to your chest," said Shadow, "that I'm not even sure they're really cards at all.

Never use five words if you can get away with one, eh? I've known dead men talk more than you do.

Nobody died. how can you kill an idea? How can you kill the personification of an action?" "Then what died? who are you mourning?" "A point of view.

Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkable difficult to kill.

Until that moment she had never thought she could do it. Never thought she would be brave enough or scared enough, or desperate enough to dare.

Delirium: 'What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?' Dream: 'There isn't one.' Delirium: 'Oh. I thought maybe there was.'

Every hour wounds. The last one kills.