“Gray day. Everything is gray. I watch. But nothing moves today.”

“A world of contradictions, wherein everything is gray and almost nothing is black and white.”

“The day was gray, the color of Europe.”

“Christopher couldn't recall what day it was; he certainly didn't know what hour it was. It was a gray day, but there was no dullness in that gray. It was shimmering pearl-gray, of a color bounced back by shimmering water and shimmering air. It was a crimson-edged day, like a gray squirrel shot and bleeding redly from the inside and around the edges. Yes, there was the pleasant touch of death on things, gushing death and gushing life.”

“I looked around me at the beautiful sunrise and I was thinking, Yes, yes, everything will be beautiful like this now. I will never be afraid again. I will never spend another day trapped in the color gray.”

“Last week we spent three hours talking about Fifty Shades of Gray. Hey, myself, I like charcoal gray; Martin, he's into slat gray.”