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"Richard looked into its eyes. They were a luminescent gray, eyes as old as the universe, eyes that had seen galaxies congeal from stardust ten million, million years ago; Richard shook his head. Islington smiled at him, kindly." I can picture these eyes being full of wisdom and wonder, like an angel's eyes would seem like, although it would be hard to know exactly what eyes like that would seem like. After they talked to the angel, they traveled underground, and Door describes the fog as 'thick yellow river fogs, mixed with coal-smoke and whatever rubbish was going into the air for the last five centuries', which really makes the scene feel as grimy as it should, and emphasize how unfortunate it is that they have to be in that current situation. ``Why do you have fogs down here, when we don`t have them up there anymoreÉ` Door scratched her nose. `There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubbles in amber. There`s a lot of time in London, and it has to go somewhere - it doesn`t all get used up at once.`` This quote kind of screwed up my thoughts, I don`t completely understand what she means. It`s impossible to imagine pockets of time just sitting there.. I`m not 100% sure what Gaiman meant by this, he seems to have many interesting quotes that make you think.