“Well I've been calling myself Scarlet Pattinson for several weeks. Have you seen Robert Pattinson? Hottest. Man. Ever. And no, I don't care if that makes me a couger. He sings with the voice of an angel. Gods, I love when a man sings to me. You never did because your voice is terrrible." She shuddered in distaste. "I swear, its like a demon running its claws over brimsone.”

“Bueno, he estado llamándome Scarlet Pattinson durante varias semanas. ¿Has visto a Robert Pattinson? El más ardiente. Hombre. En toda la vida. Y no, no me importa si eso me convierte en una asaltacunas. Él canta con la voz de un ángel. Dios, amo cuando un hombre me canta.”

“I am not without you, that you are with me from the moment I wake until the moment I fall asleep, that it's you when the wind caresses me, that it's your voice I hear in the silence, you whom I see when I close my eyes, you who make me laugh and sing when I know no one else is around.”

“I sing louder and he looks right at me, finally getting it, because what I am saying with the rise of my voice is that I know he understands what music is about, he has seen the Lord in it, even if it's not my Lord.”

“Sing to me," she said. "That would be valiant, to raise your voice in this dark, lonely place, and it will be useful as well. Sing to me, sing loudly-drown out my dreams, keep me from remembering whatever wants me to remember it. Sing to me, my lord prince, if it please you. It may not seem a hero's task, but I would be glad of it.”

“I thought I heard Delia calling for help.Once I stepped inside,I was able to follow the sound of her voice.""Apparently you had some angels on your side,Delia.""Angels? More like demons,sending me flying like this.”