Be their hero. Be their monument, be their angel, be anything they need you to be. Or be none of it. You don’t owe this world a thing. You never did.[to Clark]
An angel should never enter the kingdom of heaven without a gift.
I may be as pretty as an angel, but I sure as hell ain’t one.
That is the darkest of angels. The fifth Rider of the Apocalypse.[to Scrotus, about Furiosa]
Perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.[to Jocelyn]
Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I’m sick. To help me through all this. You’re my angel.[to Landon]
Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven’t got any wings.
