“Snow-quiet, sleep-silent, only the fun-fire faraway songsinging of children; and the room was blue with cold, colder than the cold of fairytales:… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
The sky outside the window was changing rapidly from deep, velvety blue to cold, steely gray and then, slowly, to pink shot… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“And he pictured her down below, turning slowly in the currents, her skin pale blue in the cold rays of sunlight slanting… — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
