“This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes.”

“I like colorful tales with black beginnings and stormy middles and cloudless blue-sky endings. But any story will do.”

“How do you know, when you think blue — when you say blue — that you are talking about the same blue as anyone else?You cannot get a grip on blue.Blue is the sky, the sea, a god’s eye, a devil’s tail, a birth, a strangulation, a virgin’s cloak, a monkey’s ass. It’s a butterfly, a bird, a spicy joke, the saddest song, the brightest day.Blue is sly, slick, it slides into the room sideways, a slippery trickster.This is a story about the color blue, and like blue, there’s nothing true about it. Blue is beauty, not truth. ‘True blue’ is a ruse, a rhyme; it’s there, then it’s not. Blue is a deeply sneaky color.”

“I'm standing in a river. It's blue. Dark blue. Reflecting the color of the evening sky.”

“And he tried to ignore the unlikely yellowy-greeny shade of blue, something like the color of the sky if it had indigestion.- Untold Tales”

“I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.”