“My sheets are so white they look like Google’s homepage. They even have a touch of red on them, from that double homicide back in December.”

“I tried on Claire's double strand of pearls in the mirror, ran the smooth, lustrous beads through my fingers, touched the coral rose of the clasp. The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart.”

“White wine is like electricity. Red wine looks and tastes like a liquified beefsteak.”

“I go back to December, turn around and make it alright I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind I go back to December all the time”

“Whites were bright as fresh-fallen snow, yellow shone like gold, reds turned to flame, but the shadows were so black they looked like holes in the world.”

“There was Kir, red hair combed back and That Expression on his sharp face. Even his freckles looked serious. I'd given up wondering how a freckle-faced teenager could look so much like a disapproving granny.”