“He's fucking stone cold deadpan. His pan is so dead he could lay it in a casket and bury it at Bellevue. They made a movie about him once: Dawn of Ivan's Pan.”

“All in a moment Hurlow forgot the beauty of the sounds and smelt fear. He smelt it as an animal smells it, the breath cold in his nostrils. He had read about Pan, a dead god who might safely be patronized while poring over a book in a London lodging, but here and at this hour a god not to be scorned. ("Furze Hollow")”

“Eric moved the broom experimentally and made an attempt to sweep the glass into the pan while it lay in the middle of the floor. Of course, the pan slid away. Eric scowled.I'd finally found something Eric did poorly.”

“He is so full of manure, that man, we could lay him in the dirt and grow another one just like him." Ruby about her dad in "Cold Mountain”

“It was all I could do to not knock him down right there in front of Asher and climb on him. If I stunned him with a frying pan first, he might not struggle too much.…”

“Pan and the CherriesI RECOGNIZED him by his skips and hops,And by his hair I knew that he was Pan.Through sunny avenues he ran,And leapt for cherries to the red tree-tops.Upon his fleece were pearling water dropsLike little silver stars. How pure he was! And this was when my spring was arched with blue. Now, seeing a cherry of a smoother gloss,He seized it, and bit the kernel from the pulp.I watched him with great joy ... I came anigh ...He spat the kernel straight into my eye.I ran to kill Pan with my knife!He stretched his arm out, swirled--And the whole earth whirled! Let us adore Pan, god of all the world!”