Men are nicotine soaked, beer besmirched, whiskey greased, red-eyed devils.— Carry Nation
Most Powerful Red Devils quotations
Be the type of person that when your feet touch the floor in the morning the devil says, "Aww shit.... they're up"
Men are nicotine soaked, beer besmirched, whiskey greased, red-eyed devils.
No man who drank or smoked could ever come nearer to me than the telephone.
I'd say, I won't let you - you nicotine-soaked, beer-besmeared, whiskey-greased, red-eyed devil - talk to me face to face.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
The devil doesn't come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns.
He comes as everything you've ever wished for.
Perhaps the image you have of the devil is a cartoon of a man in a red suit with horns a pointy tale and a pitch fork, Satan would love for you to think of him as a harmless cartoon character, but don't be fooled... Satan is anything but harmless.
What if you went to Hell, and it was exactly what you thought it would be: just a cave with fire? And the devil really was this idiot in a red leotard with a pitchfork?
Even the devil was once an angel
The idea of suggesting that Hannibal Lecter - in the book, he has a sixth finger and red eyes, and so there is a devilry in Thomas Harris' presentation - so it felt like it was completely honest and appropriate for the character. And we often talk in the writers' room, "Okay, there is the Hannibal as the devil explanation of that plot point, but we also need to ground that in a reality that is answerable to the physics of the storytelling."
I can't deny that I was an intellectual prostitute along the way many, many times in college. I can remember one examination where they said. "Describe the Devil," and in order to get 12 points on that question one had to say that the Devil was red and had a forked tail and cloven hoofs and fangs and horns on his head. So I merrily wrote this answer down and got my 12 points. I always got straight hundreds in Bible study.
The devil, he's about this big. He had a red suit on and a widow's peak, and then a pointed tail, and like a sulfur reek. Yes, it was him alright, I swear.
If i don't have red, I use blue.
It takes a man to make a devil; and the fittest man for such a purpose is a snarling, waspish, red-hot, fiery creditor.
It ought to be a criminal offence for women to dye their hair.
Especially red. What the devil do women do that sort of thing for?