I'm putting my place in the universe into perspective. I'm stardust. I'm golden brown. I'm just one small bit in a vast expanse.
For my money, Ray Brown is the greatest living bass player. Every great thing that's happened on bass since Ray Brown -- all of us point back to him. That's where it started, you know. Ray Brown is definitely a walking master, and to get to play with him is obviously an opportunity that no one should ever pass up.
Look, my friends, if I'm a racist, this doesn't mean that I hate brown people
I wanted everything. What could you not want when you are brown and Indian-looking in a society in which the white aesthetic is praised as acceptable?
I want to be liked. . . No, I want to be more than just liked. . . I want people to say, "that Charlie Brown is a great guy!" And when people are at parties, I want them to look for me, and when I finally arrive, I want them to say, "here comes good ol' Charlie Brown. . . Now everything will be all right!" I want to be a special person. . . I want to be needed. . . It's kind of hard to explain. . . Do you understand? I mean, do you know what I'm talking about?" "Sure, I understand perfectly. . . " "Well?" "Forget it! Five cents, please!
Will’s hand looked brown and sunburnt by contrast, their fingers dovetailed together like piano keys.
Steampunk is what happens when goths discover brown
Murphy Brown is doing better than I am. At least she knows she still has a job next year.
Personally, I don't do certain things. I read articles and they'll pit me against Lil' Kim like I'm going to smash them down. I never said any of that; I never said I didn't like Kim or Foxy [Brown].
Charlie Brown, Snoopy, Linus, Lucy. . . How can I ever forget them.
I like green or brown eyes. Tall but not overwhelmingly so. I like men who do yoga and meditate.
When you're brown and Indian, you get offered a lot of doctor roles.
I believe in recognizing every human being as a human being - neither white, black, brown, or red.
Granted: I AM an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there's a peep-hole in the door, and my keeper's eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me.
My uncle was the first brown person to have a market stall on Petticoat Lane in the 1960s. He worked his way up from the street. He was homeless, but eventually he got a car so he could sell from the boot. And by the 1980s, he was a millionaire wholesaling to companies like Topshop. So in a way, fashion put me in England.
For a nothing, Charlie Brown, you're really something!
You can't really dance properly to James Brown. If you dance to James Brown, you look like an idiot. There's a lot of jerking.
I had a bunch of different hair colors. I was experimenting to see what I liked. It started off brown, then I did red, then I got really, really blonde!
James Brown is the perfect example of flashy but classy. Classy doesn't have to mean boring. His gear was flamboyant but without being so over the top. The cape was probably the biggest part of his persona. He looked like Superman.
Brown Bear, Brown Bear was kind of my first important book