“We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man's passing.”

“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”

“We are not trapped or locked up in these bones. No, no. We are free to change. And love changes us. And if we can love one another, we can break open the sky.”

“The sky itself is the eighth color of the rainbow, spread over the whole sky for us, all the time.”

“I am because we are. We all bleed the same color. We all want to love and be loved.”

“The land is all too shallow
It is painted on the sky
And trembles like the wind-shook rain
When the Raven King passed by”

“When we pass by another person without telling them we love them it’s cruel and wrong and we all know this.”

“Everything on earth is a game. A passing thing. We all end up dead. We all end up the same, don’t we?”

“If I were an animal, I would be a fish or a bird. It's the peace and beauty of ocean, the silent language of it. It seems like a womb, protective. The sky too. I love all colors, but blue mainly, because it's transparent like the water and the sky.”

“The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?”