American Gods Quotes

“He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“I think there are several aspects of our marraige we're going to have to work on."
"Babes," he told her. "You're dead."
"That's one of those aspects, obviously.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine. First they were driving through countryside, then, imperceptibly, the occasional town became a low suburban sprawl, and the sprawl became the city.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Lives are snowflakes - unique in detail, forming patterns we have seen before, but as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really looked at them? There's not a chance you'd mistake one for another, after a minute's close inspection.)”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“When people tell you there’s something wrong with a story, they’re almost always right. When they tell what it is that’s wrong and how it can be fixed, they’re almost always wrong.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“It was a dream, and in dreams you have no choices: either there are no decisions to be made, or they were made for you long before ever the dream began.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn't she the one who killed her children?”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, someone who loves you - even, perhaps, against all evidence, a celestial being whose only interest is to make sure your football team, army, business, or marriage thrives, prospers, and triumphs over all opposition.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Are you scared?’ asked Mr. Ibis.
‘Not really.’
‘Well, try to cultivate the emotions of true awe and spiritual terror, as we walk. They are the appropriate feelings for the situation at hand.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Take one, and you cannot take the other," she said. "But neither path is safe. Which way would you walk — the way of hard truths or the way of fine lies?”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“You see, the outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Information and knowledge: two currencies that have never gone out of style.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“I only met Mad Sweeney twice, alive," he said. "The first time I thought he was a world-class jerk with the devil in him. The second time I thought he was a major fuckup and I gave him the money to kill himself. He showed me a coin trick I don't remember how to do, gave me some bruises, and claimed he was a leprechaun. Rest in peace, Mad Sweeney.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“The paradigms were shifting. He could feel it. The old world, a world of infinite vastness and illimitable resources and future, was being confronted by something else—a web of energy, of opinions, of gulfs. People believe, thought Shadow. It’s what people do. They believe. And then they will not take responsibility for their beliefs; they conjure things, and do not trust the conjurations. People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales. People imagine, and people believe: and it is that belief, that rock-solid belief, that makes things happen.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“We build a shell around it, like an oyster dealing with a painful particle of grit, coating it with smooth pearl layers in order to cope. This is how we walk and talk and function , day in, day out. Immune to others’ pain and loss.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“You can always cheat an honest man, but it takes more work.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Angry gets shit done.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods: Tenth Anniversary

“Shadow looked down at the girl on the table. “What happened to her?” he asked. “Poor taste in boyfriends,” said Jacquel. “It’s not always fatal.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“You are the nearest thing I have to life. You are the only thing I have left, the only thing that isn't bleak and flat and gray. I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Mostly you are what they think you are.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck... I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“If you can't eat it, drink it, smoke it, or snort it... then f*ck it!”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“The war had begun and nobody saw it. The storm was lowering and nobody knew it.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Organizing gods is like herding cats into straight lines. They don't take naturally to it.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“How you want your coffee?” she asked her guests. “Here we take it black as night, sweet as sin.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“You," she told him, "are so full of shit, it's a wonder your eyes don't turn brown.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“It’s easier to believe in aliens than in gods,”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Friday's a free day. A woman's day.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“If you were close enough to her ruby-red lips you would hear her say, 'I will rise now and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek the one I love.' She is whispering that, and she whispers, 'By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth. My beloved is mine and I am his.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“The last dead leaves of fall crackled underfoot, winter-crisp.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods: Tenth Anniversary