“The one and only time an archangel can Make another angel is when our bodies produce a substance known as ambrosia. Ambrosia,is produced instinctively at a single point in an archangel’s life. It is legend that ambrosia only rises when an archangel loves true.”

“No one has ever been able to pinpoint the trigger.""But?""But it is legend that ambrosia only rises when-"She held her breath."- an archangel loves true.”

“I know that I am mortal by nature, and ephemeral; but when I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies I no longer touch the earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia”

“I may be mad, he thought, but I prefer the shit of this world to whatever sweet ambrosias the next may offer.”

“Retreat""I can't explain why I did these things, except to say that I carry a little imp inside me whose ambrosia is my brother's wrath.”

“Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars.”