“Red like bloodWhite like boneRed like solitudeWhite like silenceRed like the beastly instinctWhite like a god's heartRed like thawing hatredWhite like a frozen, pained cryRed like the night's hungry shadowsLike a sigh piercing the moonit shines white and shatters red”

“White wine is like electricity. Red wine looks and tastes like a liquified beefsteak.”

“Camp fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.”

“You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles, bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers, like fireflies for chasing on summer nights. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while.”

“I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.”

“Whites were bright as fresh-fallen snow, yellow shone like gold, reds turned to flame, but the shadows were so black they looked like holes in the world.”