I said, "Nothing, only it seemed a strange name for an angel." He asked why.
"Because it's--it's--well, it's his name, you know." "Yes--he is my uncle." He said it placidly, but it took our breath for a moment and made our hearts beat.

He did not seem to notice that, but mended our halberdiers and things with a touch, handing them to us finished, and said, "Don't you remember ?--he was an angel himself, once." "Yes--it's true," said Seppi; "I didn't think of that." "Before the Fall he was blameless." "Yes," said Nikolaus, "he was without sin." "It is a good family--ours," said Satan; "there is not a better.

He is the only member of it that has ever sinned." I should not be able to make any one understand how exciting it all was.
You know that kind of quiver that trembles around through you when you are seeing something so strange and enchanting and wonderful that it is just a fearful joy to be alive and look at it; and you know how you gaze, and your lips turn dry and your breath comes short, but you wouldn't be anywhere but there, not for the world.

I was bursting to ask one question--I had it on my tongue's end and could hardly hold it back--but I was ashamed to ask it; it might be a rudeness.

Satan set an ox down that he had been making, and smiled up at me and said: "It wouldn't be a rudeness, and I should forgive it if it was.