What's Hell?" inquired Wild-Eye. "You should visit before you pass judgement on a place. And have you never heard it said, the Dark One is a gentlema… - Tanith Lee

Is it the regency you want, or me?"
"The regency. You, sweetheart, are the worthless dross that comes with it.

I think Kathaos fears no divine forces."
"Then he's a brave man."
"Oh, men make their own gods," Yannul remarked. "I have a god with a fat belly, and a house full of expensive women to attend his every need, and I call him Yannul the Lan in Five Years from This.

He showed no fear. It seemed that, at the commencement, his race had known gods and no other. Gods had bound and ill treated and slaughtered and played with them. Gods were a fact, as were the sun and the shaking of the earth. Just another terrible reality.