Omens are everywhere in this world you just have to find the one that fits.

A world like that, which exists only because the gods enjoy a joke, must be a place where magic can survive. And sex too, of course.

Once you gave a thing a name, you gave it life.

She was a beefy young woman and, whatever piece of music she was playing, it was definitely losing.

I wrote three books, I had three greenhouses. It seemed to me to be very satisfactory.

That was always the dream, wasn't it? 'I wish I'd known then what I know now'? But when you got older you found out that you NOW wasn't YOU then. You then was a twerp. You then was what you had to be to start out on the rocky road of becoming you now, and one of the rocky patches on that road was being a twerp.

Belief sloshes around in the firmament like lumps of clay spiralling into a potter's wheel. That's how gods get created, for example. They clearly must be created by their own believers, because a brief resume of the lives of most gods suggests that their origins certainly couldn't be divine. They tend to do exactly the things people would do if only they could, especially when it comes to nymphs, golden showers, and the smiting of your enemies.