Belize:
He's dying. You just wish you were.
Oh cheer up, Louis. Look at that heavy sky out there.
Louis: Purple.
Belize:
Purple? Boy, what kind of a homosexual are you, anyway? That's not purple, Mary, that color up there is (Very grand) Mauve.
All today it's felt like Thanksgiving. Soon, this...ruination will be blanketed white. You can smell it--can you smell it?
Louis: What?
Belize: Softness, forgiveness, compliance, grace.
Tony Kushner. Angels in America, Millenium Approaches: III.ii
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