Shadow thought. I don't believe any of this. Maybe I'm still fifteen. Mom's still alive and i haven't even met Laura yet. Everything that's happened so far has been some kind of especially vivid dream.

"Okay," she said. "Good question. I'm the idiot box. I'm the TV. I'm the all-seeing eye and the world of the catode ray. I'm the boob tube. I'm the little shrine the family gathers to adore."
"You're the television? Or someone in the television?"
"The TV's the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to."
"What do they sacrifice?" asked Shadow.
"Their time, mostly," said Lucy. "Sometimes each other." She raised two fingers, blew imaginary gunsmoke from the tips. Then she winked, a big old I love Lucy wink.

There's never been a true war that wasn't fought between two sets of people who wre certain they were in the right. The really dangerous people believe that they are doing whatever they are doing solely and only because it is without question the right thing to do. And that is what makes them dangerous

"Gods are great," said Atsula, slowly, as if she were imparting a great secret. "but the heart is greater. For it is from our hearts they come, and to our hearts they shall return..."