He was a writer and words were his weapons.
Angels are just pretty insects.
You sure about this writer thing son?
Life is loneliness, broken only by the gods taunting us with friendship and the odd bonk
... but to remain historically accurate, I would have had to leave out an important question that I felt needed to be addressed, which is, 'What if Jesus had known kung fu?
The angel has confided in me that he is going to ask the Lord if he can become Spider-Man. [...] The children need heroes, he says. I think he just wants to swing from buildings in tight red jammies.