Stay Positive: American Gods

Last night I finished Neil Gaiman's American Gods. 

Below are some passages that demand to be shared:

• "Ah, yes. The age of information--young lady, could you pour me another glass of Jack Daniel's? Easy on the ice--not, of course, that there has ever been any other kind of age. Information and knowledge: two currencies that have never gone out of style."
• "Good." Wednesday grinned. "Too much talking these days. Talk talk talk. This country would get along much better if people learned to suffer in silence."
• "Liberty," boomed Wednesday, as they walked to the car, "is a bitch who must be bedded on a mattress of corpses."
• "This is the only country in the world," said Wednesday, into the stillness, "that worries about what it is." 
• "No, in the USA, people still get the call, or some of them, and they feel themselves being called to from the transcendent void, and they respond to it by building a model out of beer bottles of somewhere they've never visited, or by erecting a gigantic bat house in some part of the country that bats have traditionally declined to visit. Roadside attractions: people feel themselves being pulled to places where, in other parts of the world, they would recognize that part of themselves that is truly transcendent, and buy a hot dog and walk around, feeling satisfied on a level they cannot truly describe, and profoundly dissatisfied on a level beneath that."
• "I can get out of there," said Sweeney. "I can get away before the storm hits. Away from a world in which opiates have become the religion of the masses." 
• People believe, thought Shadow. It's what people do. They believe. And then they will not take responsibility for their beliefs; they conjure things, and do not trust the conjurations. People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales. People imagine, and people believe: and it is that belief, that rock-solid belief, that makes things happen."