“Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death”

“Wait--we have one left," the runner said, bringing out what was surely the most expensive bouquet of all: a three-foot tall arrangement of two hundred white roses, in the palest ivory color. All the girls swooned. Almost no boys bought white roses ever. It was a big sign of commitment. But this one practically trumpeted a captured heart.The runner set the bouquet in front of Schuyler.Mimi raised an eyebrow. She had always won the roses lottery. What was this all about?For me?" Schuyler asked, awestruck by the size of the thing.She took the card from the tallest stem.For Schuyler, who doesn't like love stories." It was not signed.”

“White for light. White for love. White for forever.”

“This is not some silly game...This is life and death Angels and demons.”

“Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point.”

“Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.”

“Kingsley smiled his Cheshire smile. And without a word, he called up the white darkness—the subvertio—a spell that unlocked what could not be unlocked, that destroyed what could not be destroyed. There was a rumbling, a shaking, like the strongest earthquake, and the iron gate crumbled, and the path began to melt. the demon shrieked, but Kingsley just looked at Mimi the entire time."Azrael...”