Last night we told you that none of the angels remember where we landed when we fell," Daniel said. "Yeah, about that... How's it possible?" Shelby said. "You'd think that kind of thing would leave an impression on the old memorizer." Cam's face reddened. "You try falling for nine days through multiple dimensions and trillions of miles, landing on your face, breaking your wings, rolling around concussed for who knows how long, wandering the desert for decades looking for any clue as to who or what or where you are - then talk to me about the old memorizer.

Grief can choke you. It’s dangerous, something else you have to beat.

Luce blushed. "Then what kind of angel are you?" "I'm sort of in between gigs right now," Daniel said.

Friendship, Roland realized, was its very own kind of love.

Trust is a careless pursuit.

What does my soul look like to you?' 'I couldn't reduce it to words if I tried, but its beauty is unsurpassed.

It's such a beautiful question, Luce. I adore you for asking it, and I wish I could explain it better. All I can tell you is this: The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment.