Rider put his head on his folded hands and watched me carefully. “For starters...your favorite color?” “Ha! Okay. Blue.” “Wrong.” “What? How can my favorite color be wrong?” “You cheated. It’s too easy. There are a million kinds of blue, so it can’t be that the entire spectrum of blue is your favorite, therefore...wrong,” Rider said.

— All the Stars by Duckie Mack (Page 195)