Humor Quote by James Joyce, Ulysses

“He smelt of English sweat and English beer, and it was a good cure for dead faces.”

— Robert Westall

“red veins in his cheeks that suggested a lifetime of heavy drinking. “Can I help you?” the man asked. He straightened himself up, blinking…

— Blake Crouch

“His nostrils were permanently flared, as though he sniffed invisible winds of art and commerce.”

— William Gibson

“He had a skull and crossbones label on him, but I drank his poison nevertheless and loved it; now I needed an antidote.”

— Genna Rulon

“It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.”

— J.K. Rowling

“You are so bloody frustrating!” he roared, back fisting another rabid with the axhead. “Do you really think the cure is worth this? You…

— Julie Kagawa

“I was relieved to see some color come back to his face after he ate, though he still had dark circles under his eyes…

— Diana Rowland

“...like the way a child hankers for a holly berry. He don't know it's poison, he just sees something pretty and red and he…

— Hillary Jordan

“Red my memory, red my despair. Red my nights, red my bloody pain. What would I become without you, colour of my entrails?”

— Anne de Gandt

“revealing a splotchy red forehead, shiny with sweat.”

— Lauren Oliver

“His ruby red rimmed moist eyes were two glasses of cranberry. He wore a cashmere sweater the color of Earl Grey tea...”

— Brandi L. Bates

“the long sorrow of the color red.”

— Naomi Shihab Nye