Books were safer than other people anyway.

He stared down at the golden curls of the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness. "You know," he concluded, after a while, "I think he actually looks like an Adam.

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.

Never trust the storyteller. Only trust the story.

My parents would frisk me before family events. Before weddings, funerals, bar mitzvahs, and what have you. Because if they didn't, then the book would be hidden inside some pocket or other and as soon as whatever it was got under way I'd be found in a corner. That was who I was...that was what I did. I was the kid with the book.

From meetings and partings none can ever escape. Nor from magic.

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