“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.”

“This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of this scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper, dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distance. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distance, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much of which is in the color blue.”

“But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.”

“Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky”

“The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.”

“At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.”

“His blue eyes were very dark… Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night…”

“Anyone who sees and paints a sky green and fields blue ought to be sterilized.

--, suspected false quotation”

“I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky.”

“So, probably.... when I started painting the pelvis bones I was most interested in the holes in the bones — what I saw through them - particularly the blue from holding them up in the sun against the sky as one is apt to do when one seems to have more sky than earth in one's world.... they were most beautiful against the Blue — that Blue that will always be there as it is now after all man's destruction is finished.”