...the redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around us. Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening purple and blue black.
~~Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees
When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.
~~George R. R. Martin
There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.