“She knew then that white was more than a color: It was a cold, pale shade of understanding that seems to take all of your hope away.”

“The fat, pumpkin-colored moon rose, turning bloodstains into shadows. All of the colors of shirts and jackets and uniforms paled to the same shade of gray.”

“When all you have to look at is white, given time you will see a symphony in shades of pale.”

“She knew that she could not have reached this white serenity except as the sum of all the colors, of all the violence she had known.”

“Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses and sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses and shade of the sheets and before all the stains and a few more of your least favorite things...”

“One time, I spent three days mixing paint until I found the right shade for sunlight on white fur. You see, I kept thinking it was yellow. but it was much more than that. Layers of all sorts of color. One by one.”