You can’t be a Red if you’re married to a civil servant.
All literary men are Red Sox fans – to be a Yankee fan in a literate society is to endanger your life.
You sit there waiting for the RED LIGHT to go on. You could be sitting there for five minutes, waiting, while the producer talks to the engineer. Then the light goes on you know that you mustn’t make a mistake for at least 4 minutes.
I love Bill Clinton. I think we should make him king. I’m talking the red robe, the turkey leg – everything.
White… is not a mere absence of colour; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black… God paints in many colours; but He never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when He paints in white.
Since I have that edgy, rocker-tomboy kind of vibe, it can be very difficult to translate my style for the red carpet.
I’m not invited. I’m not on the A list, haven’t been on it in 20 years and my feet have never trod its red fluffy carpets.
I try not to wear foundation unless I have a giant pimple, which sometimes I do. For the red carpet, I may add a brighter colored lip and darker eyes. But my standard is blush and mascara.
I love jeans and T-shirts, but for red carpets, I like Oscar de la Renta, who is timeless. Marchesa celebrates the female form in an ethereal way. Donna Karan does an Urban Zen collection, which is eco-friendly. I love socially conscious fashion.
For me, true beauty has nothing to do with wrinkles and everything to do with the fact that my maternal grandmother raised five children just after the war and remained a fighter throughout her life. True beauty is the slick of red lipstick my paternal grandmother would put on before going to church on Sunday.
There are a lot of things that frustrate me. I get frustrated when I have to wait at a red light.
Scorpions like holes. We had to put our arms in the holes to dig out the smelting residues. We always performed critter checks before an excavation, but one morning, I put an arm in and felt a sharp pierce. When I brought my hand out, it was red and already swelling.
Every time I walk down one of those red carpets, you think I’d be used to it after all these years, but it’s like it’s happening for the first time.
People abusing their power makes me see red.
We’ve always said that it doesn’t say ‘Daniel Ricciardo Racing’ or ‘Max Verstappen Racing’ – it says Red Bull Racing.
We want Iowa to remain red. We have worked so hard to get here. We will not be a purple state: we will be a red state.
I think it’s particularly fun not being a full-time showbiz reporter because you still have the ‘Oh, wow!’ factor when you go out on the red carpet and there are these big stars that are standing there. But if you’re doing this day in and day out, it becomes a little blase.
One of my motivations to become a blood specialist was to study malaria in red blood cells. But in science, you discover something and you want to go this way, but your work goes that way.
On a Friday night in 1983, I was in a taxi in New York riding home from dinner with friends. A drunk driver ran a red light and hit the cab, and I was thrown toward the glass partition. I tried to duck, but my face hit the glass, and the impact fractured my cheekbone, my eye socket, my collarbone and several ribs.
I always liked red. It’s a picker-upper.
On the street, I get either ‘Are you the Red Viper?’ or ‘Are you Javier Pena?’
I know at one point I had bright red hair and I had bracelets from my wrist up to my elbow and I was wearing size 50 pants. I wouldn’t wear that today, but I’m not embarrassed about wearing it back then any more.
When I was a child, we always had wine on the table, no matter how simple the meal. The wine had no special identity; it was just ‘the wine,’ from the cellar cask. The rules were general: white with the first course, red with the main course.
Let it be said that the makeup artist at ‘90210’ made me look better for the fake red carpet than I’ve ever looked on an actual red carpet.
I’m on a lot of airplanes, so I just sip on red wine thinking of stupid ideas and, when I think of it, I wanna make it happen.
The Modi government’s accountability towards the common man can be gauged from the fact that be it Indians trapped overseas, a helpless mother looking for a doctor for her ailing child in a train, or a housewife struggling to get a gas cylinder, help is just a tweet away, with no protocol or red tape intervening.
I love the texture of my skin and I love my freckles and even if my nose gets a little red, I don’t mind so much.
I grew up a Red Sox fan. I grew up going to Fenway Park and the Museum of Fine Arts and the Science Museum and Symphony Hall and going to the Common, walking around. My whole family at different times lived and worked in Boston.
There are lot memories to take home but the most emotional moment has been when I was touching down in New Delhi. Tears rolled down when I saw the red soil in Delhi from the plane.
I love getting dressed up for red carpet events and having my hair and makeup done professionally – that definitely helps with nerves of going down the red carpet.
I didn’t see how wearing prosthetics was quite so different from being born with flaming red hair in a crowd of black-haired babies, or being of a different religion from that of every other child in your area.
I’ve been that celebrity on the red carpet, and I appreciate that something hasn’t got to just look good from the front, from the back, it’s got to look good at all angles.
I do not like the red carpet; I prefer the green pitch.
I detest ‘Jingle Bells,’ ‘White Christmas,’ ‘Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer,’ and the obscene spending bonanza that nowadays seems to occupy not just December, but November and much of October, too.
Age can be wonderful for red wine, but not for spacecraft.
I want to be different. If everyone is wearing black, I want to be wearing red.
I never thought my face would be on the cover of a Red Bull Six Pack.
My wife volunteered her services as Red Cross nurse, insisting upon being sent to the front, in order to be as near me as could be, but it developed later that no nurse was allowed to go farther than the large troop hospitals far in the rear of the actual operations.
I used to take Sharpies and draw on my pillowcases, and then go to sleep on them and wake up with red marker from the drool all on my face.
That is why I strongly believe we should working in Congress to make America a better place to run a business by reducing the costly burdens of bureaucracy and red tape.
Big Red Machine is really a community effort: I guess it involves almost 30 musicians. It does come out of our friendship, but it’s really something that is deeply collaborative.
Red, electric blue – the only color I don’t wear is green, which I still don’t wear. I wear certain color greens, but I have such yellow skin so I always like to wear bold colors.
Red is a colour I’ve felt very strongly about. Maybe red is a very Indian colour, maybe it’s one of those things that I grew up with and recognise at some other level.
My body is damaged from music in two ways. I have a red irritation in my stomach. It’s psychosomatic, caused by all the anger and the screaming. I have scoliosis, where the curvature of your spine is bent, and the weight of my guitar has made it worse. I’m always in pain, and that adds to the anger in our music.
I love dressing up and doing the red carpet every once in a while, but I am very much a jeans kinda girl, so it’s all a little embarrassing for me.
In Massachusetts, scientists have created the first human clone. The bad thing is that in thirty years, the clone will still be depressed because the Boston Red Sox will still have not won a World Series.
I like to have fish and salad – mackerel, Dover sole or gurnard, and I usually pan-fry it or use the barbecue. I make salad with avocados, tomato, lettuce and spring onions, with an olive oil and red wine dressing.
I don’t mind the audience identifying me with Red.
I believe that time destroys everything. You can take one beautiful apple, red. After a while, it becomes shrivelled and full of worms, just like what happens to us.
If my career isn’t going that well, I’d rather it flounder than desperately trying to show up on red carpets: ‘I’m for hire! Remember me!’
I like my squishy, red, high-heeled Vivienne Westwood jelly shoes. They make you seem like you’re much more of a go-er.
Fans love McGwire for his powerful physique, for his on-field hugs of his son, the part-time bat boy. He is Big Mac, or Paul Bunyan in Cardinals red with a white-ash bat instead of an ax.
How you act, walk, look and talk is all part of Hip Hop culture. And the music is colorless. Hip Hop music is made from Black, brown, yellow, red and white.
I have my loyalty to the team of my youth. Everyone I knew was a Red Sox fan. The team that I grew up with was constantly the underdog but managed to prevail.
I did my thesis on clowns. It’s a powerful thing when you’ve got this little red nose on. It’s a mask, the smallest in the world, but it unveils you. You stand up there and do these exercises that free you, let you play, and see what comes out. What comes out is the truth.
It is not a liberty of circumstance, conceded to us alone, that we wish; it is the adoption absolute of the principle that no man, born red, black or white, can be the property of his fellow man.
