Whathat!" Tyson gasped. "Those are the stables for the pegasi," I replied, "You know, winged horses?" "Whasthat!" "Um... those are the toilets.

I'm not good with children," the god confessed. "Or people. Well, any organic life forms, really.

Stand your ground!" Stheno yelled. "I've got free samples!

You deal with mythological stuff for a few years, you learn that paradises are usually places where you get killed.

I held out the painting of the cat and the snake. “It’s a cat and a snake,” Thoth said. Thank you, god of wisdom. You placed it for us to find, didn’t you? You’re trying to give us some sort of clue.” “Who, me?” Just kill him, Horus said. Shut up, I said. At least kill the guitar.

Love and war always go together. They are the peaks of human emotion! Evil and good, beauty and ugliness

I suppose with so many things suddenly getting better, the things that were still missing hurt even worse.