You don't get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.

Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.

Since the dawn of humanity, stories have allowed each of us to be many.

Lettie shrugged. “Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.

Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.