“Mooner was walking around laying his hands on the cars, divining karma. "this is it", he said, standing by a small khaki-colored jeep."this car has protective qualities" You mean like a guardian angel?" I mean, like, it has seatbelts”

“I don't have a car."His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot.""Angel," he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.”

“I like all the angels around because they protect me and my daughter. I mean, her Dad's an angel.”

“Wait!" he yelled.I didn't turn around, I walked faster. Then I heard him slam his fist on the hood of his car. I almost stopped.Maybe I would have if he'd followed me. But he didn't. He got in his car and he left, just like he said he would.”

“Brick: "You'd look good like that."Carly: "Like what?"Brick: "In white."Carly: "What do you mean? White?"Brick: "Yeah, in a long white dress, walking down an aisle, toward me."Carly: "Is that a proposal?"Brick: "What would you say if it was, honey?"Carly: "That's for me to know and for you to find out.”

“Observe this fact: in the history of mankind, every ruler who has lacked personal greatness has been forced to compensate for the deficiency by setting up the executioner at his right hand like a guardian angel”