The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side and it stared at him with bright eyes.

“Say ‘Nevermore,’” said Shadow.

“Fuck you,” said the raven. It said nothing else as they went through the woodland together.

- Pg. 158-159, American Gods, Neil Gaiman

The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.

- Pg. 547, American Gods, Neil Gaiman