“. . .nothing could eclipse the stain of his dirty, mortal mediocrity.”
“Why get stained when getting dirty is so much more fun”
“...what could be more vexing than to be feted on his birthday when he wants nothing so much as to retreat in solitude to ponder the approach of his own mortality?”
“Nothing was dirty. With Park.Nothing could be shameful.Because Park was the sun, and that was the only way Eleanor could think to explain it.”
“The mortal wants a demon to drag his tongue along her flesh, defiling as a means to comfort?" he asked."You make it sound very dirty.”
“God turned his face the other way, and the earth was in darkness. "An eclipse of God... an eclipse of God”