Color Association Quotes

I'll refer to my music in color, like 'This song needs to be bright red.'

Think colour! Know how to imagine it!

The red I wear is Indiana's red, not Moscow's red. Indiana was here long before communism.

Fans give me yellow things, and I think now what's really fun is, when anyone sees yellow now, they'll think of me. Now it's kind of like this self-fulfilling prophecy: Yellow things come to me.

I wouldn't call myself a synaesthete in the sense that Nabokov was. But I'll talk about a sound as being cold blue or dark brown. For descriptive purposes, yes, I often see colors when I'm listening to music and think, 'Oh, there's not enough sort of yellowy stuff in here, or not enough white.'

Some people associate red with love, but to me, red is for an earlier stage of a relationship. Black is much deeper, to me. It's certainly the sexiest color.

I see music in colours. I love music that's black, pink, purple or red - but I hate music that's green, yellow or brown.

I invented the colors of the vowels!--A black, E white, I red, O blue, U green--I made rules for the form and movement of each consonant, and, and with instinctive rhythms, I flattered myself that I had created a poetic language accessible, some day, to all the senses.

I have a Pomeranian dog named Nutmeg - a combination of the soccer move and the colour. It's perfect.

Color cannot stand alone.

I feel safe in white because deep down inside, I'm an angel.

For me black is not dark, it's poetic. I don't think of gothic I think of classic - it's a big difference.

I definitely associate music with color. For example, my first record has a red cover but it is totally green and blue to me.

Parenting girls makes you quite gender-conscious - it's almost impossible to fight the power of pink. It's not such a terrible thing to want to be a princess when you're five, but it would be nice if there were some other options.

The key of D is daffodil yellow, B major is maroon, and B flat is blue.

Whether the psychological effect of color is direct...or whether it is the outcome of association, is open to question. The soul being one with the body, it may well be possible that a psychological tremor generates corresponding one through association.

If you were a crayon, what color would you most like to make out with?

It is strange how deeply colours seem to penetrate one, like scent.

I've always wondered how in the hell we conservatives became denoted by red. That's a commie color! It is! The liberals have always been red!

Ask yourself why a red carpet is red. It could be any colour.

The word itself has another color. It’s not a word with any resonance, although the e was once pronounced. There is only the bump now between b and l, the relief at the end, the whew. It hasn’t the sly turn which crimson takes halfway through, yellow’s deceptive jelly, or the rolled-down sound in brown. It hasn’t violet’s rapid sexual shudder or like a rough road the irregularity of ultramarine, the low puddle in mauve like a pancake covered in cream, the disapproving purse to pink, the assertive brevity of red, the whine of green.

I think vestigially there's a synesthete in me, but not like a real one who immediately knows what colour Wednesday is.

Pink is supposed to weaken your enemies, make them go soft on you, which must be why it's used for baby girls. It's a wonder the military hasn't got on to this.

Whenever I put on a colored thing, I feel like I'm in a costume. Like when I put on a gray shirt.