There are bigger sacrifices one might be asked to make than going a little mad.
What’s a god? Can we even know they exist? People believe things, which means they’re real. That means we know they exist. So what came first, gods or the people who believed in them?[to Shadow]
The only thing that scares me is being forgotten. I can survive most things, but not that.
Neutral, in the face of injustice is on the side of the oppressor.
This is the only country in the world that wonders what it is.
The world is either crazy or you are. They’re both solid options. Take your pick, and when you decide, come and tell me. But don’t rush into it. Take your time. Difficult decision.[to Shadow]
The universe is always on schedule. Besides, punctuality: Virtue of the bored.
Rigged games are the easiest to beat.
Religion inspires in those who fear nothing, fear of the gods, and using that fear requires a certain element of f***ed up.
Oh, it’s perfectly simple, my dear. Jealousy. Pure unmitigated jealousy. They all want what I have. A good time, wherever I go.[Laura Moon: I still don’t understand how such a sweet old man could have so many enemies.]
Like all fortunes, Shadow: opaque on arrival, inevitable in retrospect.
At times the universe does seem to have singled you out for unique abuse. In these moments, you gotta ask yourself: Would I rather be ignored?
