“Hey, Sweeney,” said Shadow, breathless, “why are we fighting?” “For the joy of it,” said Sweeney, sober now, or at least, no longer visibly drunk. “For the sheer unholy fucken delight of it. Can’t you feel the joy in your… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I need to know how you did it.” “I did it,” said Sweeney, with the air of one confiding a huge secret, “with panache and style.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
