" For her everything was red, orange, gold-red from the sun on the closed eyes, and it all was that color, all of it, the filling, the possessing, the having, all of that color, all in a blindness of that color."
- Ernest Hemingway, "

― Ernest Hemingway , For Whom The Bell Tolls - The Snows Of Kilimanjaro - Fiesta - The Short Happy Life Of Francis Macomber - Across The River And Into The Trees - The Old Man And The Sea