Цитаты из книги Американські боги

The place seemed utterly abandoned.

They came to us for feathers, to prove that they were men; and they came to us to cut the stones from our heads, to gift their dead with our lives.

stared at them as if he were looking at them across a million years.

She did not dare to talk to him.

"Well," confided Laura, "I hated the idea of getting stale. I was just rotting away where I was.

And she reached out one hand-it was cold enough that he turned up the car's heating-

She kissed his cheek and his forehead. "Come on," she said. "Time to get up. It's all happening. You don't want to miss it."
His eyes fluttered, and then they opened, two eyes the gray of evening, and he looked at her.

Then she looked at the man on the tree and she smiled wryly. "They just aren't as interesting naked," she said. "It's the unwrapping that's half the fun. Like with gifts, and eggs."

Shadow said, "Are you a god as well?"Whiskey Jack shook his head. "I'm a culture hero," he said. "We do the same shit gods do, we just screw up more and nobody worships us. They tell stories about us, but they tell the ones that make us look bad along with the ones where we came out fairly okay."

They were at the top of a hill,

As I throw it, it will become a spear. And then, as the spear arcs over the battle, I'm going to shout 'I dedicate this battle to Odin.' "
"Huh?" said the fat kid. "Why?"
"Power," said Mr. World. He scratched his chin. "And food. A combination of the two. You see, the outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter."

I'm sorry. I'm kind of lost.

The naked man said nothing, just moved from one foot to another as if he were uncertain of his weight, as if he were used to resting on the air

He looked like he needed a blanket, and a cup of sweet coffee,

He spent too long a bird, she thought. He has forgotten how to be a man.

The clock on the dashboard said it was 6:38. A.M.
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He tossed the stick onto the white leather of the passenger seat. He turned the key in the ignition. The dashboard clock said 6:37 A.M. Town frowned, and checked his wristwatch, which blinked that it was 13:58.
Great, he thought. I was either up on that tree for eight hours, or for minus a minute.

The fat kid moved among them with the shuffling walk of one who, despite having no social skills, has still become successful

Many of them wore the sunglasses of those who habitually wear sunglasses indoors and out, and do not willingly or comfortably remove them.

they passed among themselves a bottle that they kept out of sight in a brown paper bag, its contents a bitter mixture of powdered chocolate, liquor, and blood.

so his mother died while he sat in the chair next to her, reading a fat book.After that he had more or less stopped reading. You could not trust fiction. What good were books, if they couldn't protect you from something like that?