Red has always been my color, because red stands out.
I had the brief notion that his heart, pressed flat as a flower, crimson and thin as tissue paper, lay in this file. It was a very thin one.
The man who fears war and squats opposing My words for stour, hath no blood of crimson But is fit only to rot in womanish peace
There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood.
'Crimson' is written in a very particular style, and it's very precise in the way it graduates into a gothic romance. The souls that will connect with it will connect deeply.
'Almost' is all about gradations and nuance and about suggestion and shades. Not quite a red wine, but not crimson, not purple either, or maroon; come to think of it, 'almost' Bordeaux.
I'm a prodigal son. The black sheep of a white flock. I shall die on the gallows.
Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.
Her lips were like large crimson polyps.
Maroon is my favourite colour.
When music appears which only King Crimson can play, then, sooner or later, King Crimson appears to play the music.
The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.
I love red. Red pants. Red suit. Red coat. Red anything.
