#hair

Hair is the first thing. And teeth the second. Hair and teeth. A man got those two things he's got it all. ↗

— James Brown

#first thing #got #hair #man #second

I hate being mean. I watch those roasts on Comedy Central and they make the hair on the back of my neck stand up. ↗

— Julie Brown

#being #being mean #central #comedy #comedy central

I'm always down for a Spice Girls reunion. I love the Scary hair and platforms. Any time of day or night I'll be there. ↗

— Melanie Brown

#any #day #down #hair #i

If Jesus had been killed twenty years ago, Catholic school children would be wearing little electric chairs around their necks instead of crosses. ↗

— Lenny Bruce

#around #been #catholic #catholic school #chairs

I used to lie between cool, clean sheets at night after I'd had a bath, after I had washed my hair and scrubbed my knuckles and finger-nails and teeth. Then I could lie quite still in the dark with my face to the window with the trees in it, and talk to God. ↗

— Frances Farmer

#bath #between #clean #cool #could

I'm lying in my bed, blanket is warm, this body will never keep me safe from harm. I still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal. Touch my skin to keep me whole. If only you'd come back to me. To feel you at my side, wouldn't need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied. ↗

— Jeff Buckley

#bed #black #blanket #body #coal

He stared and talked at the girl's red hair and amused face for what seemed to be a few minutes; and then, feeling that the groups in such a place should mix, rose to his feet. To his astonishment, he discovered the whole garden empty. Everyone had gone long ago, and he went himself with a rather hurried apology. He left with a sense of champagne in his head, which he could not afterwards explain. In the wild events which were to follow, this girl had no part at all; he never saw her again until all his tale was over. And yet, in some indescribable way, she kept recurring like a motive in music through all his mad adventures afterwards, and the glory of her strange hair ran like a red thread through those dark and ill-drawn tapestries of the night. For what followed was so improbable that it might well have been a dream. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#dreams

I couldn't wait until I grew up. I used to look at my mom's stockings and put them on with her high heels and mess with my hair. ↗

— Florence Griffith Joyner

#hair #heels #her #high #high heels

I got into my very theatrical phase. I wore only black: a big black hat and wild hair and wild black clothes, and I carried a sword stick. I went there still looking like Miss Florida, and I came back looking very different. ↗

— Delta Burke

#big #black #black hat #came #carried

A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering. ↗

— William S. Burroughs

#blazing #blue #burning #cat #eyes