I liked myths. They weren't adult stories and they weren't children's stories. They were better than that. They just were. - Neil Gaiman

But Shadow kept things on the inside. It was one of the things he liked about the British: even when they wanted to know what was happening on the inside, they did not ask. The world on the inside remained the world on the inside.

I think...I would rather recollect a life misspent on fragile things than spent avoiding moral debt.

At the best of times his face was unreadable. Now his face was a book written in a language long forgotten, in an alphabet unimagined. Silas wrapped the shadows around him like a blanket, and stared after the way the boy had gone, and did not move to follow.