“The white noise in his heart, the sum of all his colors —the metronome to which he beat [was she].”

“She knew that she could not have reached this white serenity except as the sum of all the colors, of all the violence she had known.”

“He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.”

“His blush was the color of Valentine's Day and she had to tell her heart to calm the fuck down as it started to beat fast.”

“She was his north star, the fixed point round which his world turned. For as long as his heart beat, or hers, he believed they would always share a destiny.”

“She gently placed his hand against the beating pulse of her heart. Always, always it beat out of control, and he held his hand to it until he felt it perfectly match his.”