“Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.”

“I believe the stars are the headlights of angels driving from heaven to save usto save us...Won't you look at the sky?They're driving from heaven into our eyes. And though final words are so hard to devise, I promise that I'll always remember your pretty eyes.”

“Lest Love should value lessWhat loss would value more,Had it the stricken privilege ---It cherishes before.”

“He was my reason for existence,Descended from my cherished dreamInto my human dull subsistence,An angel, sacred and supreme!”

“I am as silent as death.Do this: Go to your bedroom. Your nice, safe, warm bedroom that is not a glass coffin behind a morgue door. Lie down on your bed not made of ice. Stick your fingers in your ears. Do you hear that? The pulse of life from your heart, the slow in-and-out from your lungs? Even when you are silent, even when you block out all noise, your body is still a cacophony of life. Mine is not. It is the silence that drives me mad. The silence that drives the nightmares to me.Because what if I am dead?”

“Mend your speech a little, Lest you may mar your fortunes.”