'A Small Theory.

People observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.  A single hour can consist of thousands of different colours.  Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues.  Murky darknesses.  In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.'

Extract from:- 'The Book Thief'   by  Markus Zusak