“In really nice weather I have to lie down like a complaint or a huge glass bottle in the field.”

“Are you really an archangel?” I whisper.He gives me a cocky grin. “Impressed?”“No,” I lie. “But I have some complaints I’d like to file about your personnel.”“Talk to middle management.”I follow him out the door, giving him mydeath-by-glare expression.”

“The world corrupts me, I think. Or perhaps it's just the weather. It pulls me down and makes me think like you, that one should shrink inside, down and down to a little point of light, preserving one's solitary soul like a flame under glass”

“Dresden. Am I interrupting something?""Well, I was going to settle down with a porn video and a bottle of baby oil, but I really don't have enough for two.”

“American love — like coke in green glass bottles...they don't make it anymore.”

“Nice car. Wow, it must have been a huge cereal box.”