“Society has put up so many boundaries, so many limitations on what’s right and wrong that it’s almost impossible to get a pure thought out. It’s like a little kid, a little boy, looking at colors, and no one told him what colors are good, before somebody tells you you shouldn’t like pink because that’s for girls, or you’d instantly become a gay two-year-old. Why would anyone pick blue over pink? Pink is obviously a better color. Everyone’s born confident, and everything’s taken away from you”

“She has changed in this way that motherhood changes you, so that you forget you ever had time for small things like despising the color pink.”

“Pink is a beautiful color, because it is one of the colors that the sun makes at twilight and in the dawns.”

“If a university’s colors were blue and pink, they could be the Fighting Sunsets.”

“Do you own anything not pink? (Talon)I have a purple razor if you’d rather. (Sunshine)Please. (Talon)(She pulled out a darker pink one.)That’s not purple. It’s pink too. (Talon)Well, that’s all I have unless you want my X-Acto blade. (Sunshine)”

“A leather jacket,” Kami said as he shrugged into it. “Aren’t you trying a little too hard to play into certain bad boy clichés?”“Nah”, said Jared. “You’re thinking of black leather. Black leather’s for bad boys. It’s all in the color. You wouldn’t think I was a bad boy if I was wearing a pink leather jacket.”“That’s true,” Kami said. “What I would think of you, I do not know. So what does brown leather mean, then?”“I’m going for manly,” Jared said. “Maybe a little rugged.”“It’s bits of dead cow; don’t ask it to perform miracles.”