“Days, pale slices between nights, they blend, not exactly alike, transparencies so lightly tinted that only stacked all together do they darken to a fatal shade.”
“Night always turns to day again as long as the sun shall rise, so shall it be for darkened dreams grown pale from compromise”
“Who in the rainbow can draw the line where the violet tint ends and the orange tint begins? Distinctly we see the difference of the colors, but where exactly does the one first blendingly enter into the other? So with sanity and insanity.”
“Dude...you were together. Night and day for four years, so what was wasted exactly.”
“Isabel saw all their lives becoming history in units of days and nights so fatally private there was no one left for her to love.”
“You're good for me," I say. "The light to my shade.""Then you're the night to my day. A person needs both, you know.”