“Drive, guy. That green light isn’t going to get a deeper green. It’ll only ripen and turn yellow.”
“I barely notice colors unless I taste them. Not the yellows or the greens. I taste the deeper blues. The darker reds.”
“When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?”
“Death was driving an emerald-green Lexus.”
“The force that through the green fuse drives the flowerDrives my green age; that blasts the roots of treesIs my destroyer”
“…you know if you look close at the black of a tiger’s whisker, it turns out it isn’t black at all, but a swirl of violet and deep blue and kelp green.”