[T]he colored pencil. The day we received our first full box of assorted colors we felt grown-up, the passage from baby status to childhood was complete. The broken wax crayon stubbles were immediately thrown out to make way for the more elegant and “mature” pencils. – Bernard Aimé Poulin (b.1945), The Complete Colored Pencil Book, 2011

No things could seem further apart than the doubt of grey and the decision of scarlet. Yet grey and red can mingle, as they do in the morning clouds… – G.K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions, “The Glory of Grey”