“Human scrambled around, totally oblivious to the hell that burned beneath them. They were like children, so addicted to their toys they'd probably never notice the mortal world collapsing.”

“Angels don't exist.Flawless skin, perfect hair, flowing white robes, all topped off with an adorable set of fluffy pink wings. Yeah. If you see that wandering around, you've probably stumbled onto the set of a Victoria's Secret catalog shoot. Prepare to get your butt kicked by security.”

“I might have been sad for them if they weren't so disgustingly happy.”

“Just because a guy wears glasses and smiles at you doesn't mean he's nice." Lisa dug around in her purse for a tube of lip-gloss. "Maybe he's a visually impaired cannibal. Did you ever think of that? Like one of those serial killers you love so much.""I don't love serial killers," Katie argued, defensive. "Not romantically, at least.”

“I'm going to hell, aren't I?""Hopefully not for a few more years.”

“I thought you liked my insane schemes.""I see value in them," she qualified.”

“Don't you remember? We swore never to go to these things without each other.""That was second grade, Lisa.""Like that makes it okay to ditch a pinkie swear?”