Peas baffled me. I could not understand why grown-ups would take things that tasted so good raw, and then put them in tins, and make them revolting.

What should I believe? thought Shadow, and the voice came back to him from somewhere deep beneath the world, in a bass rumble: Believe everything.

The real world has no obligation to be convincing, so it throws up some very weird moments sometimes.

You shine like a beacon in a dark world.

A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really..."Do the stars gaze back?" Now that's a question.

In a novel, you can always go back and make it look like you knew what you were doing all along before the thing goes out and gets published.

When you die, they can make you into diamonds now. It’s scientific. That’s how I want to be remembered. I want to shine.