#yellow

Chicago is a sort of journalistic Yellowstone Park, offering haven to a last herd of fantastic bravos. ↗

— Ben Hecht

#fantastic #haven #herd #journalistic #last

I had an interview once with some German journalist—some horrible, ugly woman. It was in the early days after the communists—maybe a week after—and she wore a yellow sweater that was kind of see-through. She had huge tits and a huge black bra, and she said to me, ‘It’s impolite; remove your glasses.’ I said, ‘Do I ask you to remove your bra? ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#chanel #communists #designer #fashion #glasses

I seem to voice a lot of sweet, kind of dumb yellow characters for some reason. ↗

— Tom Kenny

#dumb #i #kind #lot #reason

Now, I do come from a part of the country where the people say that the only thing in the middle of the road is a yellow line or roadkill. ↗

— Blanche Lincoln

#country #i #i do #line #middle

Blue is the male principle, stern and spiritual. Yellow the female principle, gentle, cheerful and sensual. Red is matter, brutal and heavy and always the colour which must be fought and vanquished by the other two. ↗

— Franz Marc

#blue #brutal #cheerful #colour #female

I said, 'Ooh, Dad, I want the yellow ones.' He said, 'Where?' I said, 'Right there, Dad. I want the yellow ones.' Everybody goes, 'Those are green'. That's how I knew I was colorblind. ↗

— Michael Rosenbaum

#dad #everybody #goes #green #how

We made love like green is blue. That’s because we were only half into it, though for the record I was the blue and she was the disinterested yellow.
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— Dark Jar Tin Zoo

#color #colors #disinterest #funny #green

Nature had found the perfect place to hide the yellow fever virus. It seeded itself and grew in the blood, blooming yellow and running red. ↗

— Molly Caldwell Crosby

#death-and-dying #death-and-sickness #disease #disease-prevention #history

In the middle of the cemetery is a grassy plane, strangely vacant. There are no granite tombs or crumbling concrete, just a sun-washed treeless patch of green known as "No Man's Land." Here 1,500 unidentified bodies are buried. At one time, their skin burned with yellow fever; now they lie in a cool, dark place where long ago their arms and legs, hands and feet, were intertwined for eternity. ↗

— Molly Caldwell Crosby

#elmwood #graveyard #graveyards #medicine #yellow

There's nothing in the middle of the road but a yellow stripe and dead armadillos. ↗

— Jim Hightower

#middle #nothing #road #stripe #yellow