Sister Mary chose that moment to come in with the tea. Satanist or not, she'd also found a plate and arranged some iced biscuits on it.

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

One thing that I get from a lot of people with American Gods is people saying that they would love some kind of glossary with a list of all the Gods and who they are, so that they can look them up.

She had the feeling that the door was looking at her, which she knew was silly, and knew on a deeper level was somehow true.

Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.

It's only a world, after all, and they're just sand grains in the desert, worlds.

You hurt. It's okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand.