Watching a dog try to chew a large piece of toffee is a pastime fit for gods. Mr. Fusspot's mixed ancestry had given him a dexterity of jaw that was truly awesome. He somersaulted happily around the floor, making faces like a rubber gargoyle in a washing machine.

Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.

And the new day was a great big fish.

Most gods throw dice, but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out til too late that he's been playing with two queens all along.

Gods prefer simple, vicious games, where you Do Not Achieve Transcendence but Go Straight To Oblivion; a key to the understanding of all religion is that a god's idea of amusement is Snakes and Ladders with greased rungs.

escapism isn't good or bad in itself. what is important is what you are escaping from and where you are escaping to.

They looked at one another in incomprehension, two minds driving opposite ways up a narrow street and waiting for the other man to reverse first.