Maybe it's the hair. Maybe it's the teeth. Maybe it's the intellect. No, it's the hair.
There's many a man has more hair than wit.
Geez, I wish I could tell you I had a whole bunch of '80s hair bands, you know something you really wouldn't expect, but I don't know that the music police would be that surprised, because most of the stuff that I am influenced by is in evidence in the music.
Like when I had long hair, you kind of got male attention from everything. But when you had short hair, it was a different kind of man that was attracted to you or I found coming up.
I like talking. I didn't know at the time I would have to worry so much about my hair.
When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.
Nobody ever said that growing old would be easy. Just having to hold the newspaper out in your forties and then hair growing out of unusual parts of your body in your fifties. It's tough on the ego.
I'd have to say that, in general, models take themselves too seriously. Basically, they are genetic freaks who spend a couple of hours in hair and makeup.
I felt like calling attention to AIDS. I had the AIDS ribbon colored into my hair during the playoffs in '95.
I'm in fact a hair under six feet, but I'm very svelte. People would never see me if I turned sideways.
I enjoy hats. And when one has filthy hair, that is a good accessory.
My real hair color is kind of a dark blonde. Now I just have mood hair.
You get money out of acting. You get gray hair out of directing. Actually, I get more of a rush from directing.
When I cut my hair, the whole sound changed, my style changed.
I would wear flamboyant clothes and long hair, and most singers at the time didn't.