They say Elvis is dead. I say, no, you're looking at him. Elvis isn't dead; he just changed color.
If any man claims the Negro should be content... let him say he would willingly change the color of his skin and go to live in the Negro section of a large city. Then and only then has he a right to such a claim.
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged; it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and time in which it is used.
The information encoded in your DNA determines your unique biological characteristics, such as sex, eye color, age and Social Security number.
Blushing is the color of virtue.
I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for.
Artists can color the sky red because they know it's blue. Those of us who aren't artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we're stupid.
Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling.
It is the eye of ignorance that assigns a fixed and unchangeable color to every object; beware of this stumbling block.
Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive.
I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon.
Composing is like driving down a foggy road toward a house. Slowly you see more details of the house-the color of the slates and bricks, the shape of the windows. The notes are the bricks and the mortar of the house.
A garden is a complex of aesthetic and plastic intentions; and the plant is, to a landscape artist, not only a plant - rare, unusual, ordinary or doomed to disappearance - but it is also a color, a shape, a volume or an arabesque in itself.