“It had all seemed as inevitable as sunset. Instead it was the beauty of the sun glinting upon the scythe.”

“The most exciting rhythms seem unexpected and complex, the most beautiful melodies simple and inevitable.”

“Fortune's fool! How we humans lie upon beauty like lizards upon a sun-baked rock.”

“The woman had told the truth. The flowers were the color of sunset. And not the yellowish tinge of a lazy sun either, but the intense orange of a sun refusing to set on anyone else’s terms.”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you the rest of it—he’s a widower now, so they can ride off together into the sunset, their wedding rings glinting.”

“Every trace of the passionate plumage of the cloudy sunset had been swept away, and a naked moon stood in a naked sky. The moon was so strong and full, that (by a paradox often to be noticed) it seemed like a weaker sun. It gave, not the sense of bright moonshine, but rather of a dead daylight.”