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It is strange how deeply colours seem to penetrate one, like scent.
GEORGE ELIOT, Middlemarch
Painting dissolves the forms at its command ... it melts them into color.
ALEXANDER ELIOT, Sight and Insight
Green makes me think of silence, or maybe it's loneliness. I get the feeling of a terribly distant star.
KOBO ABE, The Green Stockings
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