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“Here on this deck, millions of other universes exist unaware of one another..."
He raised his wings and spread them wide before folding them again.
"There," he said, "I have just brushed ten million other worlds, and they knew nothing of it. We are close as a heartbeat, but we can never touch or see or hear these other worlds...”
― Phillip Pullman

“You are aware of only one unrest; Oh, never learn to know the other! Two souls, alas, are dwelling in my breast, And one is striving to forsake its brother.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust, First Part

“Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow.
"Fuck you," said the raven.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Even nothing cannot last forever.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“There's none so blind as those who will not listen.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Every hour wounds. The last one kills.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Then he said, staring ahead of him as he talked, 'I know a charm that can cure pain and sickness, and lift the grief from the heart of the grieving.
'I know a charm that will heal with a touch.
'I know a charm that will turn aside the weapons of an enemy.
'I know another charm to free myself from all bonds and locks.'
'A fifth charm: I can catch a bullet in flight and take no harm from it.'
His words were quiet, urgent. Gone was the hectoring tone, gone was the grin. Wednesday spoke as if he were reciting the words of a religious ritual, as if he were speaking something dark and painful.
'A sixth: spells sent to hurt me will hurt only the sender.'
'A seventh charm I know: I can quench a fire simply by looking at it.'
'An eighth: if any man hates me, I can win his friendship.'
'A ninth: I can sing the wind to sleep and calm a storm for long enough to bring a ship to shore.'
Those were the first nine charms I learned.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods: Tenth Anniversary

“Nine nights I hung on the bare tree, my side pierced with a spear's point. I swayed and blew in the cold winds and hot winds, without food, without water, a sacrifice of myself to myself, and the worlds opened to me.
'For a tenth charm, I learned to dispel witches, to spin them around in the skies so that they will never find their way back to their own doors again.
'An eleventh: if I sing it when a battle rages it can take warriors through the tumult unscathed and unhurt, and bring them safely back to their hearth and their home.
'A twelfth charm I know: if I see a hanged man I can bring him down from the gallows to whisper to us all he remembers.
' A thirteenth: if I sprinkle water on a child's head, that child will not fall in battle.
'A fourteenth: I know the names of all the gods. Every damned one of them.
'A fifteenth: I have a dream of power, of glory, and of wisdom, and I can make people believe my dreams.'
His voice was so low now that Shadow had to strain to hear it over the plane's engine noise.
'A sixteenth charm I know: if I need love I can turn the mind and heart of any woman.
'A seventeenth, that no woman I want will ever want another.
'And I know an eighteenth charm, and that charm is the greatest of all, and that charm I can tell to no man, for a secret that no one knows but you is the most powerful secret there can ever be.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods: Tenth Anniversary

“Sounds better than being a king," said Matrick.
Kit nodded. "It was - until a plague tore through the village and killed every man, woman, and child in the tribe. I was left alone to do whatever gods do once all who believe in them are dust.”
― Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

“Organizing gods is like herding cats into straight lines. They don't take naturally to it.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“I'm a has-been. Who the fuck cares about me?"
Shadow said softly, "You're a god."
Wednesday looked at him sharply. He seemed about to say something, and then slumped back in his seat, and looked down at the menu, and said, "So?"
"It's a good thing to be a god," said Shadow.
"Is it?" asked Wednesday, and this time it was Shadow who looked away.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods: Shadows #1

“If you move and act in the material world, then the material world acts on you. Pain hurts, just as greed intoxicates and lust burns. We may not die easy and we sure as hell don't die well, but we can die. If we're still loved and remembered, something else a whole lot like us comes along and the whole damn thing starts all over again. And if we're forgotten, we're done.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“A crossroads can be something special, a compass with arms reaching to places you might never find the way to again; places that might exist, or might have existed once, or might exist someday, depending on whether or not you decide to look for them.”
― Kate Milford, The Boneshaker

“There are certain kinds of deaths that one should not be expected to re-live, certain kinds of connections that are so deep that when broken you feel the snap of the link inside you.”
― Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation

“We all live in a kind of continuous dream,” I told him. “When we wake, it is because something, some event, some pinprick even, disturbs the edges of what we’ve taken as reality.”
― Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation

“I am walking forever on the path from the border to base camp. It is taking a long time, and I know it will take even longer to get back. There is no one with me. I am all by myself. The trees are not trees the birds are not birds and I am not me but just something that has been walking for a very long time…”
― Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation

“Coyotes have the gift of seldom being seen; they keep to the edge of vision and beyond, loping in and out of cover on the plains and highlands. And at night, when the whole world belongs to them, they parley at the river with the dogs, their higher, sharper voices full of authority and rebuke. They are an old council of clowns, and they are listened to.”
― N. Scott Momaday, House Made of Dawn

“They have assumed the names and gestures of their enemies, but have held on to their own, secret souls; and in this there is a resistance and an overcoming, a long outwaiting.”
― N. Scott Momaday, House Made of Dawn

“There was only the dark infinity in which nothing was. And something happened. At the distance of a star something happened, and everything began. The Word did not come into being, but it was. It did not break upon the silence, but it was older than the silence and the silence was made of it.”
― N. Scott Momaday, House Made of Dawn

“The canyon is a ladder to the plain. The valley is pale in the end of July, when the corn and melons come of age and slowly the fields are made ready for the yield, and a faint, false air of autumn—an illusion still in the land—rises somewhere away in the high north country, a vague suspicion of red and yellow on the farthest summits. And the town lies out like a scattering of bones in the heart of the land, low in the valley, where the earth is a kiln and the soil is carried here and there in the wind and all harvests are a poor survival of the seed. It is a remote place, and divided from the rest of the world by a great forked range of mountains on the north and west; by wasteland on the south and east, a region of dunes and thorns and burning columns of air; and more than these by time and silence.”
― N. Scott Momaday, House Made of Dawn

“Death is a slow drum. It counts every beat. We can't haggle with it for more time.”
― Fredrik Backman, And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

“He's not angry at you, he's angry at the universe. He's angry because your enemy isn't something he can fight."

"It's a big universe to be angry with, a never-ending fury.”
― Fredrik Backman, And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

“Sometimes I feel like a tree on a hill, at the place where all the wind blows and the hail hits the tree the hardest. All the people I love are down the side aways, sheltered under a great rock, and I am out of the fold, standing alone in the sun and the snow. I feel like I am not part of the rest somehow, although they welcome me and are kind. I see my family as they sit together and it is like theyh ave a certain way between them that is beyond me. I wonder if other folks ever feel included yet alone.”
― Nancy E. Turner, These Is My Words: The Diary of Sarah Agnes Prine, 1881-1901

“It seems there is always a road with bends and forks to choose, and taking one path means you can never take another one. There’s no starting over nor undoing the steps I’ve taken”
― Nancy E. Turner, These Is My Words: The Diary of Sarah Agnes Prine, 1881-1901

“It is a funny thing how much more proud people can be of themselves if they never step back and take a good look in the glass.”
― Nancy E Turner, These Is My Words

“Pulvis et umbra sumus. It's a line from Horace. 'We are dust and shadows'. Appropriate, don't you think?" Will said. "It's not a long life, killing demons; one tends to die young, and then they burn your body - dust to dust, in the literal sense. And then we vanish into the shadows of history, nary a mark on the page of a mundane book to remind the world that once we existed at all.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“But even if the desert forgot a thousand and one of our stories, it was enough that they would tell of us at all. That long after our deaths, men and women sitting around a fire would hear that once, long ago, before we were all just stories, we lived.”
― Alwyn Hamilton, Hero at the Fall

“What do you pray for?"

"Rest."

"Who do you pray to?"

"I don't know.”
― Scott Reintgen, Nyxia

“We wait for death. We hold our breath. We know it's coming, and still we flinch when it claws at our throats and pulls us under.”
― Shea Ernshaw, The Wicked Deep