We’ve chased the dawn, Anastasia, now the dusk.

Oh Christian... my possessive, jealous, control freak Christian.

Where’s the ice cream?”
“In the oven.

Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or a dusk.

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.

On the plains of hesitation lie the blackened bones of countless millions who at the dawn of victory lay down to rest, and in resting died." (it ain't over till it's over)