Gabriel smiled and his thumb grazed her cheek. She thought for a terrifying moment that he was going to kiss her

Gabriel: What’s the point of having power, if one cannot use it? What’s the point of immortality, if one cannot truly live?

Gabriel drew the strength up his calves and thighs to spin himself in a dizzying turn. Most angels didn’t take the time to train their legs, but Gabriel wasn’t like most angels.

A flock of angels are coming to see me...or a gaggle? A herd? No, they aren’t animals. A legion... That’s the word.

Perhaps to bring good into the world, she needed to mix a little evil in it first.

Some ride the bullet to vent, while some shoot the bullet to revenge.

He tried not to laugh, but he wasn't good at controlling all the laughter that lived inside of him.

When I travel, there are no rules with my diet. I eat whatever looks good, but in small portions. Food is such a rich part of the travel experience. There is no way I would cut that out!

Change will come slowly, across generations, because old beliefs die hard even when demonstrably false.

Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.

Sometimes I start in a very realistic fashion, and as I go on from one painting to another of the same kind, it becomes simplified until it can be nothing but abstraction.

The lives of the best of us are spent in choosing between evils.

I tend to play a lot of blues things at home, because most blues things are basically within a 12-bar pattern.

When it comes to treachery, he is implacable.

One either loves, or waits for love, or banishes love for good. That is the full range of possible choices.