" Then came a final wave of his hand, his red wind-breaker like a splash of paint on the kingfisher blue and the dome of cerulean above it, almost a quaint folk painting, the forms containing all that was essential, man suspended above the abyss, the water and sky elegant, the points of color making the whole greater than the sum of its parts, as a work of art should do. As "
― Michael D. O'Brien , The Lighthouse: A Novel