“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.”

“Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.”

“I make love like an albino sings—softly, and from sunset to sunrise (except in Alaska).”

“The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...”

“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.”

“Evil? (Sin)To the core of her rotten soul. (Kat)It’s true. There’s nothing like a bitch in heels, of which I’m the biggest. I know there has to be a point to this, since you’re in a dream with gorgeous twins and nobody’s naked. I could have sworn I taught you better, Katra. (Kytara)”