“A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)”
“By the way--I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.”
“Blow me, Grim Reaper!”
“You don't beat the grim reaper by living longer; you beat the grim reaper by living better.”
“Calm down, Braveheart." Gabriel searched through the weapons. "I'm trying to find something not quite as fatal as...a scythe? Really?"Gabriel held the wicked half-moon blade up and looked at Tristan. "What are you, the Grim Reaper?""Yes. Yes, Gabriel. I'm the Grim Reaper. You caught me. I drive around in my car full of weapons collecting souls.”
“The Grim Reaper doesn't disappear... he catches up.”