“An angel once found a demon broken and nearly dead. The angel held out his arm to help the demond. The demond looked at the angel and asked 'Why would you save an evil demond like me?' The angel answered, 'Because without you there is no me.”

“Are you related to Criss Angel? Because you look like an angel.”

“She looked up at him. "Carry me. I like it when you carry me." Her body trembled beneath him."Ask me.""Please." The words came out without hesitation or thought. "Would you carry me?""Anything you ask for, angel."”

“Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked."If I did?""I don't like it."He grinned. "It stays, Angel.”

“What if I they didn't call me the Evil Queen, would you have thought of me as an angel?”

“He heard a soft voice calling him and turned towards it, trying to focus the vision before him. It wasn't his mother. If he weren't so tired, he would have smiled. He hadn't expected to find an angel in Hell. The angel, her image blurred, a whiteness surrounding her, would understand. The angel would know. "Why couldn't she love me?" he asked. The angel's answer was garbled. He strained to understand the words, not all his senses failed him as he slipped back into the abyss on the edge of Hell. And the angel knelt down beside the bed and wept.”