“Scared, Angel?”

“Angels do not whisper in our ears. Predestination is a fairy tale, a bedtime story for adults scared of meaningless death.”

“I froze all night. My back’s killing me. I want home, and I’m scared to death. But I guess the view makes it all worth it.” “You’re funny,” Angel said”

“No place so scared from such frops is barred Nor is Paul's Church more safe than Paul's Churchyard Na fly to alter there they'll talk you dead For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.”

“He calls me Josephine. He says I'm an angel, a saint, his good lucky star. I know I'm no angel, but in truth I have begun to like this Josephine he sees. She is intelligent; she amuses; she is pleasing. She is grace and charm and heart. Unlike Rose; scared, haunted and needy. Unlike Rose with her sad life.”

“Do you know how pale & wanton thrillfulcomes death on a strange hourunannounced, unplanned forlike a scaring over-friendly guest you'vebrought to bedDeath makes angels of us all& gives us wingswhere we had shoulderssmooth as raven'sclaws”