Quotes About Albino

The man was cold as an albino frog.

First, a confession: I liked 'The Da Vinci Code.' This news is even more of a surprise to me than it might be to those who, years ago, heard me quip that I quit reading it because 'the moment the albino assassin came through the door, I left.'

Here, too, were dozens of troopers whom Roosevelt knew only by their contradictory nicknames: "Metropolitan Bill" the frontiersman, "Nigger" the near-albino, "Pork Chop" the Jew, jocular "Weeping Dutchman," foul-mouthed "Prayerful James," and "Rubber Shoe Andy," the noisiest scout in Cuba.59

I'm a weird guy. I'm practically albino. What about me isn't weird?

Her albino hair illuminated my dreams, shining brighter than moonlight.

I just know there's an albino living in the colored quarters. I can feel it in my bones.

Somehow, I always imagine that Trump spends the evenings with his forehead pressed against the cold glass of an aquarium, talking telepathically to the tormented albino squid in which he has hidden his soul.

The merchants were already regretting their haste in contacting the albino. They had a feeling that not only were the legends true—but they did not do justice to the strange-eyed man they wished to employ.

Even if she'd [Ossie] gotten away from him [her ghost fiancé] the prognostications were grim—alligators with unusual pigmentation can't camouflage themselves in the dust-and-olive palette of the swamp. Their skin is spotlit for predators. That's why you don't see albino Seths [Ava's pet name for alligators] in the wild. Once an alligator reaches a size of four feet its only real predator is man.

I like the Albino Rhino. That was kind of cool. Of all the other nicknames people give out, I thought it was really unique.

Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration, like an albino. LIke the albino it has no protective coloration. White. That is the color. Those placid, untroubled winter months are different shades of white in my memory, unsullied, and pure. But nature in the temperate zones is bitter towards all things white.

the pale hand of an enormous albino with long white hair.

My hands shivered like twin albino bats in an Antarctic ice-cave, assuming such caves served as lodging for such bats. I'm not really sure. They'd have to be pretty hardy bats. What would they eat?