“Gray day. Everything is gray. I watch. But nothing moves today.”

“Normally, in February, in Boston and in most of the country, the weather is gray, rainy, gray, sleet, snow, gray; every day it just gets grayer and grayer and grayer! You wake up one day and you go 'I'm not coming into work today!' Your boss goes, 'Why not? You sick?' 'No! Its too gray!' Then you wake up and its the grayest day you've ever seen! And the next day it's even grayer! And that's usually Valentine's Day, and that's the day you look at your wrists and go, 'Hey, maybe I should slit 'em to see color!”

“The day was gray, the color of Europe.”

“The gray silence, the gray waves, the gray wastes of the sea.”

“Today I live in the gray, muffled, smelless, puffy, tasteless half-world of those who have colds.”

“There’s so much gray to every story—nothing is so black and white.”

“He replaced the gray of the walls with a darker shade by closing his eyes. It felt good to shut out some of the light. Not all, but just some. Just enough so there was a gray without images or threatening corners. Not the blackness that gives birth to those sudden flashes of stinging light that slashes your eyes, or the velvety darkness that thickens and become animated and flows and somehow moves around and over you. Just a soothing gray. Nothing to see.”

“Between the black of yesterday and the white of tomorrow is the great gray of today, filled with nostalgia and fear of the future.”

“There is nothing more gray, stultifying, or dreary than life lived inside the confines of a theory.”

“One day an army of gray-haired women may quietly take over the Earth!”