I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.
Bleaching my hair for Two Moon Junction... my hair was fried and I looked like an idiot.
Nowadays, they have more trouble packing hair dryers than baseball equipment.
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.
Inflation is when you pay fifteen dollars for the ten-dollar haircut you used to get for five dollars when you had hair.
To be completely stripped bare of any image power or my hair. To step onstage and get the response that I got blew any problems I had about self-image out the door.
One guy wanted an outline of my foot. Another guy wanted locks of my hair.
There is no room for legal hair-splitting when it comes to the humane treatment of detainees - not in a nation founded on the rule of law and respect for human rights.
I guess if I wrote a book one day, it would be about hair.
When I was growing up, I always thought my hair was messy.
Well I could have been just a writer. I had been a hair dresser. I could have stuck with that.
I take advantage of every thing I can - age, hair, disability - because my cause is just.
No nose hair. Ever. You'd be surprised at all the little twigs sticking out. I just can't get it. How can you see that and not just want to hack it off?
Worry - a God, invisible but omnipotent. It steals the bloom from the cheek and lightness from the pulse; it takes away the appetite, and turns the hair gray.
I shaved my head about 15 years ago and the first time I shaved it, I started running my hand through my hair and it was very therapeutic.