It was sort of like MacBeth, thought Fat Charlie, an hour later; in fact, if the witches in MacBeth had been four little old ladies and if, instead of stirring cauldrons and intoning dread incantations, they had just welcomed MacBeth in and fed him turkey and rice and peas spread out on a white tablecloth– not to mention sweet potato pudding and spicy cabbage– and encouraged him to take second helpings, and thirds, and then, when MacBeth had declaimed that nay, he was stuffed nigh unto bursting and on his oath could truly eat no more, the witches had pressed upon him their own special island rice pudding and a large slice of Mrs. Bustamonte’s famous pineapple upside-down cake, it would have been exactly like MacBeth.
from Anansi Boys, by Neil Gaiman
“This isn’t about what is,” said Mr. Nancy. “It’s about what people think it is. It’s all imaginary anyway. That’s why it’s so important. People only fight over imaginary things.”
from American Gods, by Neil Gaiman