“Can you get a summer snow-globe instead of a winter one with green grass and flowering azalea bushes and blue sky? Because I'm here, inside it. If you shake it, perhaps it fills with black smoke, not swirling snowflakes.”

“…you know if you look close at the black of a tiger’s whisker, it turns out it isn’t black at all, but a swirl of violet and deep blue and kelp green.”

“The sky is blue, the grass is green, and people are stupid." "Meaning?" "Meaning that you can't change any of them.”

“In my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green and cats are orange.”

“I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up”

“Summer explodes into Portland. In early June the heat was there but not the color--the green were still pale and tentative, the morning had a biting coolness--but by the last week of school everything is Technicolor and splash, outrageous blue skies and purple thunderstorms and ink-black night skies and red flowers as brights as spots of blood.”