“Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws”

“Death Makes Angels of us all.”

“Trouble is just like love, after all; it comes in unannounced and takes over before you've had a chance to reconsider, or even to think.”

“Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still. Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.”

“Death comes for us all. We can only choose how to face it when it comes.”

“It's all over," he said to Cooke. "You've got to come clean. The notes show us the story is wrong. We know it. We can show you point by point how you concocted it.”

“God gives us ministers of love,
Which we regard not, being near;
Death takes them from us, then we feel
That angels have been with us here!”

“For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast.”

“To the angel of death, we are all like chess pieces on the chessboard.”

“The death of God left the angels in a strange position.”