Maroon Colour Quotes

He'd never asked for an exciting life. What he really liked, what he sought on every occasion, was boredom. The trouble was that boredom tended to explode in your face. Just when he thought he'd found it he'd be suddenly involved in what he supposed other people - thoughtless, feckless people - would call an adventure. And he'd be forced to visit many strange lands and meet exotic and colourful people, although not for very long because usually he'd be running. He'd seen the creation of the universe, although not from a good seat, and had visited Hell and the afterlife. He'd been captured, imprisoned, rescued, lost and marooned. Sometimes it had all happened on the same day.

At the Governor’s residence, Simon is directed to the parlour, which is almost large enough to be called a drawing room. All possible surfaces of it are upholstered; the colours are those of the inside of the body—the maroon of kidneys, the reddish purple of hearts, the opaque blue of veins, the ivory of teeth and bones. He imagines the sensation it would produce if he were to announce this aperçu out loud.

Things can get out of hand quickly, especially with Sid around. I also decide never to wear heels again when I'm out with him. I go to Holt's in Camden Town and buy a pair of black Dr Martens. (You can get them in black, brown or maroon, the skinhead boys at school used to buy the brown ones and polish them with Kiwi Oxblood shoe polish — this gives them a deep reddish brown colour, much subtler than the flat red of the originals. They also keep them pristinely clean and polished at all times.) I wear my new boots with everything — dresses, tutus — it’s a great feeling to be able to run again. No other girl wears DMs with dresses, so I get a lot of funny looks. (Skinhead girls only wear DMs with Sta-Prest trousers. With their boring grey skirts, they west plain white or holey ecru tights and black patent brogues.) Bit I wear them all the time to clubs and pubs, it eventually catches on with other girls and I don’t look so odd.

Am I single? I don’t feel like it when I’m with you.” He smiled sweetly. “What’s your favourite colour?” he asked suddenly. “Blue. Yours?” “I can’t decide. It changes every time I see you,” his voice was quiet as he kept his eyes focused on the leaves. “When we first met, you were wearing the white apron from Arlene’s. Afterwards, I thought white was angelic. Then I saw you in a golden dress, and suddenly white seemed so dull compared to gold. Gold became common compared to the blue you wore to the play. Blue rusted when you wore white again. The last time we spoke, you wore a green shirt and I thought it was the most beautiful colour, so lively and vivid, but tonight…you’re wearing maroon. So tonight, that’s my favourite colour.

Sampat lies on the ground, eyes looking up to Ti Kong, the God of Heaven. The God who watches, who blesses, who curses. A streak of red drool, dark maroon, the colour of blood, pools on the grey tarmac... His heart has stopped but he doesn't know it yet.