“I'd always avoided wearing white...my least favorite absence of color.”
“The color white is the absence of memory.”
“My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.”
“The line isn't so black and white anymore. I'm pretty sure gray just became my new favorite color.”
“Colors. Would it be green or blue today? Maybe white—my favorite. A dark voice in the back of my mind offered no color at all as an alternative. I smothered that voice. The days of no color were simply too hard to bear. I needed color today.”
“I wore a white velvet gown, similar to my Smolny dress. I looked forward to the day when I could wear any color in public other than white. White was innocent. My soul was not.”