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

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

“Summer fog. It leached all color and substance from the world, leaving only grays. Lead gray tombstone gray cobweb gray ash gray snot gray dust gray corpse gray. It was unheard-of that there be fog at this time of the year, late August. So it had to be another portent — as dire a one as the death of the One-Handed Warrior. There were many who said that the fog had its origin in the supercooled ashes of the hero: each molecule of his scattered body accreting water vapor, each tiny relic drawing to itself the air's own tears to fashion this wide-spreading shroud over the Many-Colored Land.”

“When a question has no correct answer, there is only one honest response.
The gray area between yes and no.
Silence.”

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

“gray hair is gods graffiti”

“In the night all cats are gray.”

“Rise in the presence of a gray head.”

“Military men! Damn it, they always thought in terms of hardware, black or white, our side or the other side. It was damned hard to get them to see gray at all, and getting them to tell dark gray from medium gray was impossible!”

“A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.”