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So I finally got a few moments of free time to sneak into the comic book store and get me the last two installments in the Lucifer series. I think I want to do some very very naught things to Mike Carey. Here are some of my favorite quotes from books 10 and 11:

I stared at the fruits of my labors and wondered whether anyone had ever asked the devil for his money back

We must learn not to love, soldier. I was never cruel until I loved.

They obey me because Duma does and because, in the end, obedience is what angels are best at.

Flowers grow. Rain falls. People live, and die. The entire system maintained and guaranteed by a single will. Mine. In a room in a house in Antwerp, say, or Capetown, or New York, a child wakes from sleep, crying. The tear coursing down her cheek is like a miniature world, profound and crystalline and perfect. I am lost in it.

And this, too, is a lie. All stories are lies. But good stories are lies made of light and fire.

And long and late we lie together. After a coupling which, like the perfumes, deceived expectations. Sharp under sweetness. Delicate and harsh at once.

I’m not leaving. I’m arriving. Everywhere at once. And whatever else it might be, it’s not the end. It doesn’t feel like death. Unless a rockpool dies, when a wave breaks over it. Or warm breath dies as it fades and makes its peace with air.

And last but not least, this is Lucifer talking to Dream as Lucifer closes all the gates to hell. This excerpt is actually originally in Sandman by Neil Gaiman (another man I would do naughty things to) who created the Lucifer character:

Can you imagine what it was like? Ten billion years spent providing a place for dead mortals to torture themselves? And like all masochists they called the shots. “Burn me.” “Freeze me.” “Eat me.” “Hurt me.” and we did…They talk of me going around buying souls like a fishwife come market day, never stopping to ask themselves why. I need no souls. And how can anyone own a soul? No they belong to themselves. They just hate to have to face up to it.

Mmmm…yes the things I would do to Mike Carey if I ever got my hands on him. I know, I know, I’m weird, artists who are good at what they do turn me on. And now I must go off and masturbate and then write some stories of my own.