“They all do the same things. They may think their sins are original, but for the most part they are petty and repetitive.”

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

“I would like to see anyone, prophet, king or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time.”

“The dead are, for the most part, done with the world. You are not. You’re alive. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you’re dead, it’s gone. Over. You’ve made what you’ve made, dreamed your dream, written your name. You may be buried here, you may even walk. But that potential is finished.”

“Of all the organs, ' said Nehemiah Trot, 'the tongue is the most remarkable. For we use it both to taste our sweet wine and bitter poison, thus also do we utter words both sweet and sour with the same tongue. Go to her! Talk to her!”

“I think most things are pretty magical, and that it's less a matter of belief than it is one of just stopping to notice.”

“There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubbles in amber,” she explained. “There’s a lot of time in London, and it has to go somewhere—it doesn’t all get used up at once.” “I may still be hung over,” sighed Richard. “That almost made sense.”