“Good colour really means good taste; and 'powerful' colour means a reserve, to give a climax its full force, and not 'red, white, and blue all over.” GivingMeanForceWhitePowerfulColorTasteRedBlueColourReservesReally MeanGood TasteClimaxRed White And Blue Author:John F. Carlson
“Louis de Bernires is in the direct line that runs through Dickens and Evelyn Waugh. . .he has only to look into his world, one senses, for it to rush into reality, colours and touch and taste.” WorldLooksRealityRunningLinesTasteDirectSensesColourDickens Author:A. S. Byatt
“I sometimes wish taste wasn't ever an issue, and the sounds of instruments or synths could be judged solely on their colour and timbre. Judged by what it did to your ears, rather than what its historical use reminds you of.” SometimesUseWishSoundIssuesTasteEarsInstrumentsHistoricalColourJudgedTimbre Author:Jonny Greenwood
“The life-world of human and animal experience, with colours, tastes, solid objects, is a perceptual effect of massed atoms.” WorldHumansAnimalEffectsObjectsTasteColourAtomsHumans And Animals Author:Catherine Wilson
“On the evenings when my parents held parties, the drawing-room mirrors multiplied to infinity the scintillations of a crystal chandelier. Mama would take her seat at the grand piano to accompany a lady dressed in a cloud of tulle who played the violin and a cousin who performed on a cello. I would crack between my teeth the candied shell of an artificial fruit, and a burst of light would illuminate my palate with a taste of blackcurrant or pineapple: all the colours, all the lights were mine, the gauzy scarves, the diamonds, the laces; I held the whole party in my mouth.” WholeLightParentRoomsPartyMinesTasteMouthsMirrorsFruitCloudsDrawingTeethEveningPianoColourSeatsCracksInfinityArtificialDiamondShellsCousinCrystalsMamaViolinAccompanyLacePalateScarvesPineapplesChandeliersTulle Book:Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter Source: Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter
“I can see it, hear it, feel it, taste it - but I can never be on the inside of it with you. I cannot even be sure whether I really know what it is like. Is it 'like' my own? Or incomparable? Just as I can never know if what you see at any given moment is exactly the same as what I see. We look at a colour. We both call it red. But it is only because we have been taught to call it by that name. There is no guarantee - not ever - that we see it in the same way, that your red is my red.” IfsKnowsWayFeelsLooksHas BeensI CanMomentsNamesGivenMy OwnTaughtTasteRedColourGuaranteesIncomparable Author:André Brink