But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew, upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps, millions, think. – Lord Byron, Don Juan, 1819
The Mediterranean has the color of mackerel, changeable I mean. You dont always know if it is green or violet, you cant even say its blue, because the next moment the changing reflection has taken on a tint of rose or gray. – Vincent Van Gogh