Oh, you'll love the sea. There's something about it. The hot red dawn, the towering sails, the wake on a tropical night. Oh, you'll love it all. It's a glorious kind of world. I couldn't live without it.
(Charles Larkworthy. Denison Clift. Capt. Benjamin Briggs (Arthur Margetson), Phantom Ship, telling his bride-to-be how much she'll like sailing with him (1936).)
We hear about constitutional rights, free speech and the free press. Every time I hear those words I say to myself, "That man is a Red, that man is a Communist." You never heard a real American talk in that manner.
(Frank Hague (1876-1956), U.S. politician. speech, Jan. 12, 1938, to the Jersey City Chamber of Commerce.)
If you don't begin to be a revolutionist at the age of twenty, then at fifty you will be a most impossible old fossil. If you are a red revolutionary at the age of twenty, you have some chance of being up-to-date when you are forty!
(George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950), Anglo-Irish playwright, critic. speech, Feb. 12, 1933, to students of the University of Hong Kong. "Universities and Education," Platform and Pulpit , ed. Dan H. Laurence, Hill and Wang (1961).)
New York state sentence for a Peeping Tom is six months in the workhouse. And they got no windows in the workhouse. You know, in the old days they used to put your eyes out with a red-hot poker.
(John Michael Hayes (b. 1919), U.S. screenwriter, and Alfred Hitchcock. Stella (Thelma Ritter), Rear Window, to invalid photographer L.B. Jeffries (James Stewart), who is spying on his neighbors across the courtyard of his apartment building (1954).
Based on the short story by Cornell Woolrich.)
Billboards, billboards, drink this, eat that, use all manner of things, everyone, the best, the cheapest, the purest and most satisfying of all their available counterparts. Red lights flicker on every horizon, airplanes beware; cars flash by, more lights. Workers repair the gas main. Signs, signs, lights, lights, streets, streets.
(Neal Cassady (1926-1968), U.S. beat hero. "Leaving LA by Train at Night, High ...," The First Third and Other Writings (1971).)
[It is possible] that the race of red men ... will, before many generations, be remembered only as a strange, weird, dream-like specter, which has passed once before the eyes of men, but had departed forever.
(James A. Garfield (1831-1881), U.S. president. To J.D. Cox, August 6, 1870. Garfield, ch. 14, Allen Peskin (1978).)