“- В Апокалипсиса ангелът се кълне, че вече няма да има време. – Знам. Това там е много вярно; ясно и точно. Когато човекът достигне щастието, няма да има вече време, защото не е нужно. Много вярна мисъл.- Къде ще го дянат? – Никъде няма да го дяват. Времето не е предмет, а идея. Ще угасне в ума.”

“We made love outdoors—without a roof, I like most, without stove, my favorite place, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and dripping with dew, and our love for each other was seen. Our love for the world was new.”

“The Angel of Death is the invisible Angel of Life. ”

“You and I have a connection that nothing, not on heaven or earth, or even hell, could ever break. If you want to talk to me, talk to me. I’ll hear you…”

“Tell me… tell me you’re mine.”

“I miss the stars the most. They give off their light, completely unaware or heedless of the life and death taking place beneath them. It doesn’t matter to them whether the angels win this war. Or the demons. Whether the whole world burns. In the end, they’ll still be there. Constant and true.”

“He fitted his mask in place – a smiling red fiend with black horns extending upward. I cocked a brow. “The devil?” With a rakish grin, he stepped closer. “Always, baby.”

“Is it love to worship a saint in heaven, whom you dare not touch, who hovers above you like a cloud, which floats away from you even as you gaze? To love is to feel one being in the world at one with us, our equal in sin as well as in virtue. To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us. Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol an you wish, but drag her down to your level after that- the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart.”

“A light rain touches my cheek like an angel’s butterfly kisses.”

“Suck on this, Edward.”

“Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.”

“She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.”

“Write to your heart’s content and by all means, have fun with your creation. It’s your moment to do absolutely anything within those pages.”

“Your guardian angel never, ever stops communicating with you. I feel that at times they should be frustrated with us but they seem to have endless patience and they never ever give up on us. ”