We have an obligation to imagine. It is easy to pretend that nobody can change anything, that we are in a world in which society is huge and the individual is less than nothing: an atom in a wall, a grain of rice in a rice field. But the truth is, individuals change their world over and over, individuals make the future, and they do it by imagining that things can be different.

There's a tale in the Caballa that suggests that the Angel of Death is so beautiful that upon seeing it (or him, or her) you fall in love so hard, so fast, that your soul is pulled out through your eyes. I like that story.

I would not wish to marry someone who had already been married. It would be,' she opined, 'like having someone else break in one's own pony.

Actually I didn't shoot a man in Reno just to watch him die, but he could tell I was extremely cross.

Without dreams, there could be no despair.

I think hell is something you carry around with you, not somewhere you go.

You musn’t be afraid of the dark.’ ‘I’m not,’ said Shadow. ‘I’m afraid of the people in the dark.