Death and Light are everywhere, always, and they begin, end, strive, attend, into and upon the Dream of the Nameless that is the world, burning words… - Roger Zelazny

Oh, cynical monger of indulgences! ’Twould take a man of the cloth to work a scheme like that!

I sank Atlantis," he said, "personally.
"It was about three years ago. And God! it was lovely! It was all ivory towers and golden minarets and silver balconies. There were bridges of opal, and crimson pennants and a milk-white river flowing between lemon-colored banks. There were jade steeples, and trees as old as the world tickling the bellies of clouds, and ships in the great sea-harbor of Xanadu, as delicately constructed as musical instruments, all swaying with the tides. The twelve princes of the realm held court in the dozen-pillared Coliseum of the Zodiac, to listen to a Greek tenor sax play at sunset."

"If we don't make it, the population of the continent may be cut in half."
"If it's a question of them or me, I'd rather it was them."
"I sometimes wonder how people like you happen."
"The same way as anybody else, mister, and it's fun for a couple people for a while, and then the trouble starts."
"What did they ever do to you, Hell?"
"Nothing. What did they ever do for me? Nothing. Nothing. What do I owe them? The same."