"They used up their future as they used up their past, taking everything in one long day, over and over."
"The Count to whom the Palazoo belonged to, had decided that it was his desire to be crushed to death by a bull elephant, between two beautiful virgins at the moment of orgasm"
"The people in the city seem paper thin in the mist. They believe they are dancing to the music of their lives. But, I think, like the puppets, each of us is pulled upon by invisible strings, until the night comes and we are put away"
Fooking love Neil Gaiman. droolio droolio droolio