“Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.”
“We burn daylight.”
“Come, we burn daylight, ho!”
“We go out in the fog in the morning won't burn.”
“Love seeks out that desperate, lonely, frightened place inside each of us and coaxes it out into the daylight, so that it can eviscerate it in the burning heat of the sun.”
“As it was, he surfed his way towards daylight on a couch infested with cigarette burns and drunken dreams.”