Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

But there's always a first time for everything

Do not cry for me, Azrael. Do not waste your tears. You made your decision. And this is mine. Sacrifice seems to be my destiny. A funny thing for a selfish man, isn't it? They always called me weak back then.

Had pretended to be Abbadon of the Dark, when always he had been working for the Light.

Trust me to return to you." "I will wait forever. however long it takes.

He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her.