“I had a dream about you last night... Well I say dream I mean nightmare... you were a Yankee fan.”
Source: I Had a Dream About You
“But any idea of plainness is simply contrary to the fancy color that is red.”
Source: Roots of Desire: The Myth, Meaning and Sexual Power of Red Hair
“I turned around and waved my fingers at Taylor. “Don’t worry, I’m nothing to be jealous of. I’m just using Holt for sex. He’s so good in bed.”
Her mouth dropped open.
I climbed in the truck.
Holt was still laughing when he fired up the engine and backed out of the driveway. Since her car was parked right behind his, he had to swerve wide and drive on the lawn before pulling out onto the street and driving away.
Taylor just stood there and watched.
“You’re a little feisty, aren’t you?” he said, giving me an approving stare.
“I am a redhead.”
Source: Torch
“Redheads are a variant that survived, a color minority, though not a skin color precisely, not a race, but still subject to identification by the wary eyes and wagging tongues of the majority.”
Source: Roots of Desire: The Myth, Meaning and Sexual Power of Red Hair
“I can't help thinking: Am I related in some traceable way to all redheads, if there were any such genetic thing as "all redheads"?”
Source: Roots of Desire: The Myth, Meaning and Sexual Power of Red Hair
“No redheads, though, are plain.”
Source: Roots of Desire: The Myth, Meaning and Sexual Power of Red Hair
“As she reached the entrance hall, she saw Lady St. Vincent coming in from the back terrace, her cheeks wind-brightened, the hem of her gown littered with bits of leaves and grass. She looked like an untidy angel, with her lovely calm face and rippling red hair, and the playful spray of light gold freckles across her nose.”
Source: Mine Till Midnight
“And of course there was the sheer physical fact of her, the blood-tinged blade that she was, the riot of color that caught everyone’s attention.”
Source: Middlesex
“Redheads, don't jump, Tony. They hang on-and wither. (I'll Be Waiting)”
Source: The Simple Art of Murder
“Siobhan wanted to be more like the heroines of the books she liked, about girl detectives and girl adventurers: tomboyish, scrappy, and resourceful, able to outsmart adults and survive without them, her body sun-brown and waiflike. She was, instead, a freckled, blue-eyed redhead, pale and dense as a block of shortening, who wasn’t allowed to use the stove.”
Source: The Lost Girls of Camp Forevermore