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

“I love Between shades of gray”

“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.”

“...Do you see things in black and white, or are there shades of gray for you?""I hope there's gray...Black and white make things easier, but only if you don't want to think.”

“They spent all week saving pennies and went out Saturdays to spend fifty bucks in three hours.”