The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if someone had thrown a handful of silver across the edge of the world. Alice Hoffman, Here on Earth

I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids. Janet Fitch, White Oleander

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint. Pablo Picasso

Each day has a color, a smell. Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, The Mistress of Spices

People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and its ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them. Markus Zusak, The Book Thief