At the edge you will always remember me, at the edge you will last be remembered, where sanity and insanity come together, for the time, then separates. Like leaves on October trees, that color the...

When the prophet, a complacent fat man,Arrived at the mountain-topHe cried: “Woe to my knowledge!I intended to see good white landsAnd bad black lands—But the scene is grey.

The lights became stars, which became streaks in the grayspace, and then networks of fading shimmers

The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it’s made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts.

Piensa que soy más débil de lo que en realidad soy, lo cual debería irritarme. En lugar de eso, le miro casi con asombro, porque me esta tratando como a una dama y no como...

Love exists in powder. Love exists in pills. We are all addicts.

Rosiness is not a worse windowpane than gloomy gray when viewing the world.

It’s not a good idea.

Strange how one person can saturate a room with vitality, with excitement. Then there are others, and this dame was one of them, who can drain off energy and joy, can suck pleasure dry and...

Look at you, standing there in your iron- gray dress, feeling piousand self- righteous while you starve small children!

I’m against solutions that are worse than the problem. Like old women who want their hair dyed the color of shoe polish to hide the gray.

… paint in blue and black…sometimes gray – the colors of night – occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet …

The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods...

Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain...

Well, I don’t know, Lina. But let’s just say I’ve met a lot of dead people.

A sob caught in my chest. I didn’t even know what a gray was, other than a drab color. All I knew was that I was hungry all the time. And I knew, deep down,...