“Of course, it’s true that sometimes the pink at sunrise somehow seems brighter than the pink at sunset, and that when you’re feeling down the the landscape seems darker too - you see things through the filter of your own sensibility. But the things themselves, out there, they don’t change. They existed, and that’s all there is to it.”

“Do you own anything not pink? (Talon)I have a purple razor if you’d rather. (Sunshine)Please. (Talon)(She pulled out a darker pink one.)That’s not purple. It’s pink too. (Talon)Well, that’s all I have unless you want my X-Acto blade. (Sunshine)”

“Do you own anything not pink?" "I have a purple razor if you'd rather." "Please." She pulled out a darker pink one. "That's not purple," Talon said. "It's pink too.”

“There’s nothing I like better than a beautiful sunset. Except maybe a gorgeous sunrise. And a naked woman painted pink and orange floating through the sky.”

“...you want things to remain the same, which they never can, and so you’re wounded by your own feelings & resentful others don’t seem to care...”

“There are things that make no sense,that seem unreal,that can’t be grasped or understoodor explained,that maybe don’t even exist…And still, somehow, those wonderful things touch and change our lives.Isn’t it strange?”