"My skin is kind of sort of brownish pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, but I'm told they look orange in the night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, but its silver when its wet, and all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet."
— Shel Silverstein (Where the Sidewalk Ends)

"As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red."
— Anna Godbersen (The Luxe)

"The pianokeys are black and white
but they sound like a million colors in your mind

- From "Spiders web""
— Maria Cristina Mena

"COLORS
My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
Bt I'm told they look orange in the night.
My hair is reddish blondish brown,
But it's silver when it's wet.
And all the colors I am inside
Have not been invented yet."
— Shel Silverstein (Where the Sidewalk Ends)

"The word itself has another color. It’s not a word with any resonance, although the e was once pronounced. There is only the bump now between b and l, the relief at the end, the whew. It hasn’t the sly turn which crimson takes halfway through, yellow’s deceptive jelly, or the rolled-down sound in brown. It hasn’t violet’s rapid sexual shudder or like a rough road the irregularity of ultramarine, the low puddle in mauve like a pancake covered in cream, the disapproving purse to pink, the assertive brevity of red, the whine of green."
— William Gass