“Liberty," boomed Wednesday, as they walked to the car, "is a bitch who must be bedded on a mattress of corpses.”

“Wednesday was talking to him. “I’m sorry?” said Shadow. “I said we’re here,” said Wednesday. “You were somewhere else.”

“Nobody's American," said Wednesday. "Not originally. That's my point.”

“I'm a has-been. Who the fuck cares about me?"Shadows said softly, "You're a god".Wednesday looked at him sharply. [...] "So?""It's a good thing to be a god", said Shadow"Is it?”

“Tastes like a drunken diabetic's piss,' agreed Wednesday. 'I hate the stuff.”

“This is a roadside attraction,' said Wednesday. 'One of the finest. Which means it is a place of power.”

“Some things may change," said Wednesday, abruptly. "People, however... People stay the same.”