I never apologize for the truth. And the truth here is that racists come in many different colors.

I wasn't a ballet baby. My first dance class was in an outdoor pavilion when I was three. It was called 'creative movement.' The teacher gave us chiffon scarves in beautiful colors. She turned on some music and said 'Now go dance.' So for me dance has always been about self-expression.

That's why for Zakk Wylde's Black Label Society the colors are black and white. There are no gray issues. Life is black and it's white. There's no in-between.

Colors are the smiles of nature.

I probably have the worst wardrobe. It's the most ill-fitting with the worst patterns and colors and the most nipple rubbage. There's bad chafing and it's always tight in all the wrong places. What's sad is that I'm kinda getting used to it.

I've got no respect for any young man who won't join the colors.

Everything is blooming most recklessly if it were voices instead of colors there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.

I don't want to imitate life in movies I want to represent it. And in that representation you use the colors you feel and sometimes they are fake colors. But always it's to show one emotion.

My earliest memory is seeing Michael Jackson in Melbourne with my sister when I was about ten. I still have this souvenir stick with a glove that would light up and make a peace sign in a bunch of different colors. I'm so happy my mom didn't throw that out.