“Stop smiling. Every time you smile, an angel dies.”
“Once upon a time, an angel lay dying in the mist.And a devil knelt over him and smiled.”
“Every time that boy smiles, somewhere a puppy died.”
“Finally,” Lilith said, smiling warmly at her. “A reasonable angel.”“I’m no angel,” Eleanore quietly insisted.“Yes, you are,” said every man in the room.”
“Here we stop. On the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, a finger to his lips.”
“Every man in this room wants you, Caro. I’m so fucking proud, I can’t stop smiling.”