This is the violet hour, the hour of hush and wonder, when the affections glow again and valor is reborn, when the shadows deepen magically along the edge of the forest and we believe that, if we watch carefully, at any moment we may see the unicorn.
- Bernard DeVoto "The Hour"
Crowley, lying through his teeth in hell: No, no. I have most definitely been up to real evil. Truly wicked. Despicable stuff. I’m sure it would turn your stomachs to hear all the gory details.
Beelzebub: It says here that last week you spent 5 minutes crying about ducklings following you in a park.
Crowley, tearing up: They thought I was their mother. What kind of a parental figure am I?!