Under a red desert sky all thought seems superfluous.
I want to be different. If everyone is wearing black, I want to be wearing red.
Elizabeth's back at the red cross, and I'm walking the dog.
I'm sort of like a lame, single guy in a red sports car.
I really hate the duties of being a celebrity, like getting dressed up for the red carpet.
I've slowly gone back, later on in life, to fish and then chicken and then, last year, red meat.
I ain't a Communist necessarily, but I been in the red all my life.
I've only had one platinum album, and it's 'Red River Blue'.
The red carpet is really the only thing that makes me nervous.
To this day, I love eating steak tacos before going to the red carpets.
Philip: You got red on you.
Red: Same old shit, different day
I would borrow my mom's red Borghese lipstick and smear it on like a clown!
Of the nine red cards this season we probably deserved half of them.
Being unhappy alone isn't all that much fun, but what's even tougher is playing one's part without forgetting one's lines, coping with other people's compassion, their comments, being there with the right line when they give the cue.
Not the “be yourself” line. I loathe that line. As if Myself and Tic have met before and gotten along, so all I have to do is make sure Myself is there this time. So illogical.
Without growth, organizations struggle to add talented people. Without talented people, organizations struggle to grow.
I stared at the phone in disbelief, then ripped a clean sheet of paper from my notebook. I scribbled ' Jerk ' on the first line. On the line beneath it I added, ' Smokes cigars. Will die of lung cancer. Hopefully soon.
I’ve had a fountain pen surgically implanted in my left index finger to save trouble. My body is tattooed with line upon line of truth, fiction, and a not-always-pleasing mix of the two.
His lines had been honed over centuries, passed down through generations, for poor people needed certain lines; the script was always the same, and they had no option but to beg for mercy.
The debris of her married life was enough to sever the tie between reality and dreams, the fine line between desire and temptation. Where did she draw the line? When did she admit defeat and surrender?
