Quotes About Colours

Poor old moon!" chuckled master Nathaniel, who was now in the highest of spirits, "always filching colours with which to paint her own pale face, and all in vain!

When he walked in her dreams moths rose from the earth where his paws touched the ground, as if born from his footfall. They followed him, a cloud of moths of all colours. And the music of moth wings followed him. And the dancing lights of the northern sky hung in his breath. In his eyes, a world of wild. On his coat, the colours of snow. In his voice, the wisdom of untamed things.