“Green's a good color.”
“For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?”
“How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of "green"?”
“His eyes looked pale green this afternoon, the color of corroded copper.”
“He feels it, too. His eyes widen. A lovely hazel. Green with flecks of brown and gold. The colors I love. The colors of the earth.”
“That puke was the most wonderful thing I'd ever seen. It was green and a little red. Technicolor, really, the color puke is supposed to be. It definitely wasn't black, and it didn't smell like toasty poop. This was a good sign.”