“People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don't find myself saying, "Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner." I don't try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.”
“Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say."A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.”
“Thanks," I say. Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.”
“One day,' you said, 'I watched the sunset forty-three times!'And a little later you added:'You know, when one is that sad, one can get to love the sunset.''Were you that sad, then, on the day of the forty-three sunset?'But the prince made no answer.”
“Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don't want to miss any of them.”
“It's okay. We aren't in the same class. Just don't forget that some of us watch the sunset too.”