Angelic Innocence

My second revelation was the recognition of the unblemished innocence of her soul compared to mine or to that of any human being. She didn’t need a new Ferrari or a week in Vegas to know joy. For her, bliss was a belly rub, a walk on a sunny day – or in the rain, for that matter – an extra cookie when it wasn’t expected, a cuddle, a kind word. She lived to love and to receive love, which is the condition of angels.

[Dean Koontz, A Big, Little Life (New York: Hyperion, 2009), p. 151.]