He wrapped himself in quotations – as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.

She slept beneath a tree — Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute — She recognized the foot — And stirred her purple wings — But little evidence to show She lived among the things —

Not one of all the purple Host who took the Flag today can tell the definition so clear of Victory as he defeated dying on whose forbidden ear the distant strains of triumph burst agonized and clear.

You were red, you liked me ’cause I was blue. But you kissed me and suddenly I was a lilac sky. Then you decided purple just wasn’t for you.

There was a touch of mysticism and poetry in her nature which made her love to gaze at the purple sunsets and watch the evening stars

Calum offered to paint my nails but I said no because he always uses the wrong shade of purple.