“It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.”
“Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.”
“That's how it is in heaven. It's just love, and no one forgets who they love.”
“It was as though all the angels of heaven and all the demons of hell danced together in his soul.”
“Learn to dance, so when you get to heaven the angels know what to do with you.”
“In heaven an angel is no one in particular.”