“What is man—and of course the writer means all of us puny little insignificant creatures—what is a mere human being that God who made the immense universe should ever notice?' She chuckled. 'The sky does take you down to size.'Not even big as bugs. Not even a speck of dust to the nearest star,' Angel agreed.But the psalmist answers his own question. "Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor..." 'What?' Angel asked, not sure she had heard right.A little lower than the angels, crowned with glory and honor.'The real angels? Do you believe that?'Yes, Angel, I do. When people look down on me, and these days'—she laughed shortly—'these days everyone over the age of five does. When people look down on me, I remember that God looks at this pitiful, twisted old thing that I have become and crowns me with glory.”

“David was so filled with ecstasy at this glory-filled vocation (of the creation mandate) that he exclaimed in awe and wonder, "What is man that Thou art mindful of him?... For Thou hast made him a little lower than God, and crownest him with glory and honor... Thou hast put all things under his feet." To say that culture is man's calling in the covenant is only another way of saying that culture is religiously determined.”

“What about you, Ellen?' he asked. 'What does music mean to you?'It was a while before she answered. 'When I was at school... quite little still... there was a girl there who had perfect pitch and a lovely voice and she played the piano. I used to hear people talking about her.' She paused, lacing her fingers together. '"She's musical," they used to say, "Deirdre's musical," and it was as if they'd said: "She's angelic." That's how it seemed to me to be musical: to be angelic.'Isaac turned to her. 'My God, Ellen,' he said huskily, 'it is you who are angelic. If there's anyone in the world who is angelic it is you.”

“O miserable man, what a deformed monster has sin made you! God made you "little lower than the angels"; sin has made you little better than the devils” ”

“Do you really think that God in his heaven with all the angels, there from the beginning of time and looking towards the day of judgement day, really looks down on all the world and see's you and little harry and says 'whatever you choose to do is my will?' "Yes i do." she says uncertainly.”

“She is here amongst us, but she is not alone,” one of the pixie dust angels told the queen of the woods.“And?” the queen demanded.“She is with some boy. Both look strange, if you ask me.”“Strange, how?” the queen asked.“Strange. You know they don’t look as we do.” “How do they look?” The queen turned and looked at the pixie angel with her purple eye that sat in the middle of her forehead. “I don’t know. They have things like the little people in Vanduesa.”“What things might you be referring to?” the queen’s voice rose impatiently. “You know those things that the little people get around with.” The queen laughed, revealing yellowing teeth. “Oh, the things the little people in Vanduesa refer to as legs.”“That’s it.” The pixie angel did an excited flip, and then nodded her head.”