After all, you’re only an immortal until someone manages to kill you. After that, you were just long-lived.

— Simon R. Green

As if we'd fall for an obvious trap like that," said Happy. "We're not going to fall for an obvious trap like that, are we? Oh shit, we are. I want to go home.

— Simon R. Green

Faith should mean something. Gods. . . Should stand for something, not chop and change with every breeze that blows. Gods should be worshiped for the truths they represent, not what party favors they might dispense.”-Razor Eddie the Punk God of the Straight Razor

— Simon R. Green

Ghosts are the only ones who never have to feel scared. Because the worst thing in the world has already happened to them.

— Simon R. Green

I finally found my way to the Really Restricted Section, where they keep the kind of books most scholars aren't even supposed to know exist. I knocked on the closed door, said the proper passwords, and the door opened before me. Furthermore, I walked in, and the ghost of the Head Librarian, a thin, dusty presence, with dark eyes and a disapproving look, appeared before me, blocking my way. (He had been eaten by a book, then brought back by the other books, apparently because they approved of him. Because even though he didn't have much time for people, he loved books.)

— Simon R. Green

I ignored him, concentrating on Lilith. "According to the stories, after you were expelled from Eden you went down into Hell, where you coupled with demons and gave birth to all the monsters that have plagued the world."" I was young," said Lilith. "You know how it is. We all do things we later regret, when we're being rebellious teenagers.

— Simon R. Green

I take it you know my companion?" Oh, yes!" said Savage, his smile disappearing. "We know all about Ruby Journey. Please don't let her kill anyone important. Or set fire to anything." Your reputation precedes you," Random said dryly to Ruby.

— Simon R. Green

It's always thoughts of family that drive me crazy, and it's always my friends who bring me

— Simon R. Green

It's hard to maintain a reputation for being grim and mysterious when you're accompanied by a brightly clad young thing, skipping merrily along at your side, holding your hand, and smiling sweetly on one and all.

— Simon R. Green

It's tucked away in a quiet corner, shadowed and obscured, no part of the Night side's usual bright gaudy neon noir. It doesn't advertise, and it doesn't care if you habitually pass by on the other side. Furthermore, it's just there for when you need it. Dedicated to the patron saint of lost causes, St. Jude's is an old place... St. Jude's isn't a place for comfort for frills and fancies and the trappings of religion. Just a place where you can talk to your god and sometimes get an answer.

— Simon R. Green