I am here to pick up two gentlemen from the city of Sodom. Hey! That reminds me! You must've been there, old friend. Tell me, how was the party? I mean, Yahweh can be such a prude.

Wednesday

You look... less decomposed.

Mad Sweeney

Mr. Ibis: You are comfortable sleeping under the same roof as the dead?
Shadow: As long as they stay that way.

Humans are dead longer than they're alive.

Mr. Ibis

Shadow: You know there's a bathroom, right?
Wednesday: Yeah.
Shadow: You're pissing on a plant.
Wednesday: On the World Tree? Don't be disgusting. How dare you?

Wednesday: I'm going to win this one. People like me more than they like you.
World: I prefer to be feared.

Money: Okay, enough. I'm honored to have the big dogs and the god gang begging at my table but Money doesn't make emotional investments or invest in emotional entities. Too much risk in such ventures. Not enough opportunity.
Wednesday: You could always hedge your bets.

World: Have you seen what's happened to the world? It isn't fives, tens and twentys anymore. It isn't cash or gold. It's zeroes and ones. Digitized and encrypted. Sent out fiber optic cables at the speed of light to accounts in banks with no physical location.
Wednesday: Money loves profit. And war is always profitable.

World: When you strike with lightning, you should expect consequences.
Wednesday: Mess with my people, expect disproportionate consequences.

Mr. Nancy: Egyptians told tales of the sacred Book of Thoth which contained the secrets of the gods and brings misery and pain and suffering to anyone who reads it.
Mr. Ibis: And grants a birds-eye view to he who writes it.

Wednesday: You miss the battle, don't you, Kali? The screams and the cries. I recall the day you slew Raktabija. The only sound that day was the whisper of the wind, whistling through the blood-soaked grass.
Mama-Ji: We had a good time.

Mama-Ji: You think America was eager to hand over the money bag to the hungry, the tired, and the poor? We battled for every god-damned scrap.
Wednesday: You love it.
Mama-Ji: Victory is sweet on the tongue. And profit is sweet on the pocket.

American Gods Quotes

It's like one of those good/news bad news jokes, isn't it? The good news is, we'are lettin' you out early. The bad news is your wife's dead.

Guard

Shadow, we're going to be releasin' you later this afternoon. You'll be gettin' out a coupla days early. There's no good way to say this, so I'll put it plain. This came in from Johnson City Hospital from Eagle point. Your wife, she died in the early hours of this morning. It was ah, an automobile accident.

Warden