Quotations About / On: PINK

I am the very pink of courtesy.

You know, that stuff about pink elephants, that's the bunk. It's little animals. Little tiny turkeys in straw hats. Midget monkeys coming through the keyholes.

To tell you the truth, I'm relieved that the Van Ripers are not coming. He's telling the same jokes he told twenty years ago and she dyes her hair. I think it's a shrimp pink now.

Tell a scoundrel, three or four times a day, that he is the pink of probity, and you make him at least the perfection of "respectability" in good earnest. On the other hand, accuse an honorable man, too petinaciously, of being a villain, and you fill him with a perverse ambition to show you that you are not altogether in the wrong.

..she repeats overheard conversations at dirty tables, customers politely pretend not to hear the gossip-large confessions of littler lives pasted Hopper-like to diner windows' glaring reflections without error there where the only self-reflecting going on is the scribbler in the pink booth perversely taking it all in, thinking, feeling, penning it down in notebooks looking for himself in those echoes with your stolen shades on, eternally cool in his capacity to tolerate what you call 'the great densities' - immense absurdities de le quotidian...

...The writer's eye observes, swerves to miss the Mexican kid chasing the ball into Same Old Street, notes it with caffeine amphetamine-laced, and black ink traces the visionary company of love in stubbed cigarettes, sputum maps coughed and spat.

Knowing that froggie fear was engendered by horsie hooves,
Pegasus grew wings and then he arose framed by a sky of orange pink and rose.

Roses are pink. Violets are violet. Our love for you
is forever inviolate

Sometimes, despite how beautiful the color love can be.
Even the colors red & pink can wither and dry out.
Making it hard to tell where we are

today she prefers to wear the pink glasses
though she knows the raw reality
of brutal mankind and of pure jealousy
till today she has only the darkest glasses....

Over the shoulders of April's winter trees..Mother Earth has thrown a pink shawl as light as the
morning breeze.. but two moons later it was tossed for her favorite: a sari of jade
of many green shades