Wednesday: What a waste. I would've given you your battle.
Mad Sweeney: You're always my battle.

A compact then. To war or the end of the world, huh?


A storyteller does not concern themselves with the truth. Stories are truer than the truth. These are not literal constructs as much as imaginative creations.

Mr. Ibis

Wednesday, me. Fuck, all the gods. We're not the heroes, Shadow.

Mad Sweeney

Salim: I am here because the Jinn is here. And the Jinn is here because he owes Mr. Wednesday.
Mad Sweeney: He collects a lot of debt, don't he?

Oh, I know that smell. That smells like a hot bottle of whiskey and sex in an alleyway with a top-note of failure. Heya, hold a fuck up, it's gotta be, yes, it is! The one and only, MAD SWEENEY!


The Queen of Sheba playing a priest? I need a fucking drink.

Mad Sweeney

Bilquis: The stories that are told about you have reached my ears over the years too. The leprechaun, the hell-spirit, the pagan warrior, the madman, and the great and golden king. You haven't always been... this.
Mad Sweeney: Ah, well. It's all bollocks anyway. Don't remember much of it these days.

The gift of the flesh is the most sacred gift one can make.


Mama-Ji: Can you not see you have the power here in your own heart?
Laura: What? Like the power of love?
Mama-Ji: No. The power to destroy.

A little respect is all I ask. A little help is what I can give. Do you need direction? Or cream? Sugar?


Another thing about living in a funeral home is you never have to cook.


American Gods Quotes

A woman's heart should never be so hidden in God that she cannot hear her own truth.


Wednesday: Betty. Betty the Barbarian. You were forged from blue-collar sweat in the heartland of a forcibly Christian land. You are not what you came into this world as but instead, a berserker and worthy of a berserker's honor....You are the standard of my world though it may not be your way. I honor you in the most holy way that I know. The looming locomotive is the flaming arrow that soars through the heavy air from the bow of a Viking king. Let it strike you true and light your path to Valhalla!
Mr. Nancy: Valhalla? Ain't nobody going to fucking Valhalla. I see you in Cairo.
Wednesday: You will dine at the table of the Hooded One. We will meet in your reincarnation. Be proud, Betty. Be proud.