“The other day, when I was deciding where to place a mountain range, how to make a river’s flow detour around underground stalactite caves, and what precise color to give the sky at sunset, I realized I was God… or an artist and a writer.”

“Trust me: if it doesn’t match: it will clash! Focusing on a stunning complimentary color instead of a close-but-not-quite-right one is one of the most helpful contributions you can make to the design.”

“Buddha lets me see the world in color so that I can appreciate its color.Just as God too lets you see the color of beauty in the world.And so too with Allah because he lets you see the beauty in everything…..I cannot begin to understand all religions, but I know one thing.Color brings love into our world regardless of who we are; what we preach or what we believe in.And to me, that is the only truth that I know.”

“Crime has no color. Crime has no type. Crime has no gender. The reason why crime doesn’t end. It is being categorized to certain individuals that people who really commit it, get away with it, right under our noses.”

“Western funerals: black hearses, and black horses, and fast-fading flowers. Why should black be the colour of death? Why not the colours of a sunset?”

“Color is what gives me hope.Color is what gives me life.Color is what gives me love.And Color is what I get from you.”

“The grocery storehas does and doesof color, of light,of easy hope.Hannah moves down the aisle,but I stand like a tree rooted firm, my eyes too full of this place,with its answers to prayers on every shelf.”

“The grocery storehas rows and rowsof color, of light,of easy hope.Hannah moves down the aisle,but I stand like a tree rooted firm, my eyes too full of this place,with its answers to prayerson every shelf.”

“…the blue sea glass I gave her rolls around on her fingertips. ‘Each piece reminds me that sometimes in a world of beige sand, the ocean tosses out a colorful piece of glass.”

“To express the love of two lovers by the marriage of two complementary colours, their blending and their contrast, the mysterious vibrations of related tones. To express the thought of a brow by the radiance of a light tone against a dark background. To express hope by some star. Someone’s passion by the radiance of the setting sun. That’s certainly no realistic trompe l’oeil, but something that really exists, isn’t it?”

“I’d much rather have all of this be the ‘pigment’ of my imagination rather than a ‘figment,’ for at least it would all have some color.”

“It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it has pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice. As you may expect, someone has died.”

“She knew then that white was more than a color: It was a cold, pale shade of understanding that seems to take all of your hope away.”

“Life is a sea of vibrant color. Jump in.”

“Think of what starlight And lamplight would lack Diamonds and fireflies If they couldn’t lean against Black. . . .”