Some people can't see the color red. That doesn't mean it isn't there.
I couldn't care less about walking down the red carpet in a pair of heels and a posh frock. I'd rather be in my pyjamas at home.
For many years I've been using Swarovski accessories when styling editorial photo shoots and also for red carpet appearances.
Life is full of a thousand red herrings, and it takes the history of a civilisation to work out which are the red herrings and which aren't.
I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
If women were by nature what they make themselves by art; if they were to lose suddenly all the freshness of their complexion, and their faces to become as fiery and as leaden as they make them with the red and the paint they besmear themselves with, they would consider themselves the most wretched creatures on earth.
It's very difficult when there are pictures taken on the red carpet. I find those things so terrifying that another persona just kicks in. I don't recognise myself.
The dead spacecraft in orbit have become a permanent fixture around our planet, not unlike the rings of Saturn. They will be the longest-lasting artifacts of human civilization, quietly circling Earth until the Sun turns into a Red Giant, about five billion years from now.
As a designer, you are flattered to see anyone in one of your designs, whether it's on a red carpet or passing by you in the market. It's this wonderful little high every time.
I live my life outside of the glitz and glamour of the red carpet events, and so you'll never see me there. I'm never at parties.
For some strange reason I can put five bullets into that red thing in the middle of the target.
I will not date a woman from China, because that is a big red flag.
November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.
Your God loves your people and hates mine; he folds his strong arms lovingly around the white man and leads him as a father leads his infant son, but he has forsaken his red children; he makes your people wax strong every day, and soon they will fill the land; while my people are ebbing away like a fast-receding tide, that will never flow again. The white man's God cannot love his red children or he would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help.
We go into the red next year. . . I shall have to give up polo.
Every important machine's got to have a big red button.
Pour me another tequila, I'm going to put on your red satin dress. You put on my clothes.
I like not lady-slippers, Nor yet the sweet-pea blossoms, Nor yet the flaky roses, Red or white as snow; I like the chaliced lilies, The heavy Eastern lilies, The gorgeous tiger-lilies, That in our garden grow.
As she always did on any really important day, Penelope Hayes wore red.
Give her two red roses, each with a note. The first note says For the woman I love and the second, For my best friend.