“You play your cards so close to your chest," said Shadow, "that I'm not even sure they're really cards at all.”

“I'm alive,' said Shadow. 'I'm not dead. Remember?''You're not dead,' Laura said. 'But I'm not sure you're alive, either. Not really.”

“So write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly, and tell it as best you can. I'm not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.”

“None of this is truly happening," he said to Shadow. He sounded miserable. "It's all in your head. Best not to think of it.”

“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?”

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”

“Write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly and tell it as best you can. I'm not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.”