“It's twilight. It’s the safest time of day for us. The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way...the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don’t you think?”

“Have you ever noticed there's no twilight in Africa? [...] It must affect the way the psyche develops. I think it makes people here stronger. No gentle twilight to ease them into the darkness. Maybe it's twilight that makes Westerners so sentimental. They can sit on their porches and watch day recede as night approaches. It gives them time to consider what they're going to lose. It's like dying slowly versus being shot.”

“But one day leads to another, and so on. No way around it. It's that merciless thing that time does.”

“Looks like it’s game time,” Shame said. “Beautiful day for some ass kicking, don’t you think?”

“Twilight, again. Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.”

“The day my dad left my mom and I was the second saddest day of my life. The saddest day was the next day, when he returned home.
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