I love the gray area between right and wrong.
Life isn't black and white. It's a million gray areas, don't you find?
Henry Miller wrote novels, but he calls his protagonist Henry, often Henry Miller, and his books are in this gray area between memoir and novel.
Winning takes precedence over all. There's no gray area. No almosts.
In every thriller written about Washington, particularly after 9/11, there are good guys and there are bad guys, and there's no gray area at all.
Part of me longs to do a job where there's not a gray area.
There's a gigantic gray area between good moral behavior and outright felonious activities. I call that the Weasel Zone and it's where most of life happens.
There's a lot of gray area in the law. Who can say, without a doubt, that I was in the wrong?