Can't make an omelette without killing a few people.

There was only one guy in the whole Bible Jesus ever personally promised a place with him in Paradise. Not Peter, not Paul, not any of those guys. He was a convicted thief, being executed. So don't knock the guys on death row. Maybe they know something you don't.

I saw the world I had walked since my birth and I understood how fragile it was, that the reality was a thin layer of icing on a great dark birthday cake writhing with grubs and nightmares and hunger.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Something told him that something was coming to an end. Not the world, exactly. Just the summer. There would be other summers, but there would never be one like this. Ever again.

An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.

When angels go bad they are worse than anyone else. Remember Lucifer used to be an angel.