“Life is never that clean," he assures her. "Neither is magic.”

“The main dry storage room of Sin du Jour is filled with a light unseen on Earth since a time of abject innocence.And that was long ago, indeed.”

“It?Her. Him. Whatever.Angel is neither man nor woman. Men and women came later.”

“We contract with them.”“And demons –”“Are one of those group.”“Like, from Hell?”“Sometimes. And sometimes from Park Avenue.”

“It?”“Her. Him. Whatever.”“Angel is neither man nor woman. Men and women came later.”

“Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.”

“What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innume...”

“I suddenly realized. The zebra. It is not something outside of us. The zebra is something inside of us. Our fears. Our own self-destructive nature. The zebra is the worst part of us when we are fac...”