Good Omens
“That,” said Wednesday, driving off, “is the eternal folly of man. To be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones. Worm food. At night, you’re rubbing yourself against worm food. No offense meant.”
Neil Gaiman • American Gods
“Listen—” “Heaven has no taste.” “Now—” “And not one single sushi restaurant.” A look of pain crossed the angel’s suddenly very serious face.
Terry Pratchett • Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
This was the introduction to Terry Pratchett’s non-fiction collection, A Slip of the Keyboard, 2014.
Neil Gaiman • The View from the Cheap Seats: Selected Nonfiction
Let's just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting "All gods are bastards".