“Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.”
“Purity of heart is blooming the same colors in the middle of the wilderness when no one sees you.”
“There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.”
“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.”
“Unbelievable! I said, "What would I be doing walking the streets at night as a stuffed olive- gate-crashing cocktail parties?”
“Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, And don't put up with people that are reckless with yours.”