“Honor and duty will ride upon my shoulders till the day I die, like the old man of the sea, who once picked up can never be put dow.”

“What value can one ordinary man have in a magical world? What can a mortal bring to the affairs of immortals?Insight. Honor. Morality. Perspective.Because nothing makes love and life matter more than the knowledge that some day it must end.”

“Who ... what are they?" "My pride and glory," Alex said fondly. "Betty and Lucy Coltrane. Best damned bouncers in the business. Though of course I'd never tell them that. Fiercer than pit bulls and cheaper to run. Married to each other. They had a dog once, but they ate it.”

“See, phrenology is this old Victorian science, which claimed you could determine the dominant traits of a man's personality by studying the bumps on his head. The size and position of these bumps indicated different personality traits. See? Now, /retro-phrenology/ says, why not change a man's personality by hitting him on the head with a hammer, till you raise just the right bumps in the right places!""One of us needs a lot more drinks," said Alex. "That's starting to make sense.”

“We are in the dark places of the earth," said Madman. "Where all the ancient and most dangerous secrets are kept. There are Old Things down here, sleeping all around us, in the earth and in the living rock, and in the spaces between spaces. Keep your voices down. Some of these old creatures sleep but lightly, and even their dreams can have force and substance in our limited world. We have come among forgotten gods and sleeping devils, from the days before the world settled down and declared itself sane.”

“Last night I dreamed I was still human, but now I have woken up, into something better. Farewell, my friends, farewell.”

“Who's got my Jaffa Cakes? You know I can't function without Jaffa Cakes.”