“I come from down south, where vegetation does not know its place. Honeysuckle can work through cracks in your walls and strangle you while you sleep. Kudzu can completely shroud a house and a car parked in the yard in one growing season. Wisteria can lift a building off its foundation, and certain terrifying mints spread so rapidly that just the thought of them on a summer night can make your hair stand on end.” KnowsDoeEndsNightCertainHouseSleepGrowingCarBuildingHairWallSummerSeasonsFoundationSouthSpreadLiftsCracksYardsMintShroudsVegetationSummer NightsYour WallWisteria Author:Bailey White
“Every snapshot collector has obsessions. Some only collect photos of cars. Others like World War II, or babies, or old-timey girls in old-timey swimsuits. I happen to collect the weird stuff: photos that make the hair on the back of your neck stand up a little. The uncanny.” WorldLittlesWarHappensGirlStuffCarHairBabyObsessionWar Of The WorldsNecksWorld War IiWorld War ICollectorsSnapshotsUncannyWeird StuffSwimsuits Author:Ransom Riggs
“Add there was that moment when my mother and father walked in the door disguised as old people. I thought the miles in the car had bent them, dulled their eyes, even grayed and whitened their hair and caused their hands and voices to tremble. At the same time, I found, as I rose form the chair, I'd gotten old along with them.” PeopleMomentsHandsEyeFormMotherFoundFatherVoiceDoorsCarHairAddRoseMilesChairsThat MomentBentOld PeopleMother And Father Author:Louise Erdrich
“If I tell you my character has grey hair, you will not see her. If I tell you she has a tiny scar at the upper left corner of her lip from which protrudes one grey whisker—you will make up the rest of her face with absolute clarity. If I tell you my character is waiting in a car, you won’t be ‘caught,’ but if I tell you he pushes his fingers down in the crack of the car seat where the ancient leather has pulled away from the seat frame, and pulls up a small coin purse with a faded note in it—you will be mine.” IfsCharacterFacesLeftWaitingCarMinesHairAbsolutesNotesFingersLipsAncientCaughtCornersTinyClaritySeatsCracksScarGreyCoinsLeatherPursesFadedPull UpsWhiskersGrey Hair Book:Writing Alone and with Others Source: Writing Alone and with Others
“A friend and I flew south with our children. During the week we spent together I took off my shoes, let down my hair, took apart my psyche, cleaned the pieces, and put them together again in much improved condition. I feel like a car that's just had a tune-up. Only another woman could have acted as the mechanic.” FeelsChildrenTogetherWomenPiecesWeekConditionsCarHairOur ChildrenSouthShoesTunesMechanicFlewTogether AgainLet DownAnother WomanTune Up Book:Living Out Loud Source: Living Out Loud
“I'm an African woman, I suppose these thoughts torture me more than they do black American people, because it's like watching my own children trapped in a car that's sinking to the bottom of a lake and being impotent to save them'the black Americans have their own holocaust going on. You see the black man erasing black children from the landscape, you see black women desperately trying to get the black man's attention by wearing blonde hair and fake blue eyes, 500 years after he sold her and their children across the ocean.” PeopleMenTryingYearsChildrenEyeBlackMy OwnAttentionCarHairOceanBlueBottomLandscapeFakeTortureLakesHolocaustTrappedBlack WomenBlondeSinkingBlue EyesBlonde HairAfrican Women Author:Kola Boof
“We should be licensing everybody with a gun. I have to have a license for my dog. I have to have a license for my car. If you’re going to do my hair later you have to have a license ... We don’t require a license to own a firearm?” IfsShouldDogCarHairGunLicenseMy DogFirearmsLicensing Author:Michael Moore
“Stop," I said. "Please do not further endorken yourself to me. You have great hair and a car that is most fly, and you have just saved me with your mad ninja driving skills, so do not sully your heroic hottie image in my mind by further reciting your nerdy scholastic agenda. Don't tell me what you're studying, Steve, tell me what's in your soul. What haunts you?" And he was like, "Dude, you need to cut back on the caffeine.” NeedsMindSaidSoulStudyCuttingCarHairPleaseSkillsMadSavedDrivingYour SoulAgendasHeroicCaffeineNinjaNerdyRecitingScholasticsGreat Hair Author:Christopher Moore
“It is still news to her that passion could steer her wrong though she went down, a thousand times strung out across railroad tracks, off bridges under cars, or stiff glass bottle still in hand, hair soft on greasy pillows, still it is news she cannot follow love (his burning footsteps in blue crystal snow) & still come out all right.” StillsHandsPassionCarHairThousandNewsBlueGlassesTrackSnowBurningBridgesBottlesCrystalsPillowFootstepsSteersRailroadsRailroad Tracks Author:Diane di Prima
“Tell me, was I the sort of person who took your elbow when cars passed on the street, touched your cheek while you talked, combed your wet hair, stopped by the side of the road in the country to point out certain constellations, standing behind you so that you had the advantage of leaning and looking up?” PersonsCountryCertainSidesBehindsStreetsCarHairAdvantageStandingTouchedCheeksWetBehind YouConstellationsElbowsWet Hair Book:Man Walks Into a Room Source: Man Walks Into a Room
“He looked at my lips. I suddenly found myself wanting to lick his. 'Yes,' he replied, his eyes going molten. My breath caught in my throat as he reached out and brushed a strand of hair where it had flown across my cheek. 'I believe we do have unfinished business.' 'Good.' I gulped, suddenly one big mass of tingling body parts that wanted an immediate introduction to all of his body parts. I tried to slam down a mental barrier between his mind and mine, but it did no good. The cheerleaders in my groin were setting up fundraising car washes to finance a field trip to his groin.” MindBelieveBodyBigsEyeWantedFoundI BelieveCarFieldsMinesHairMassBreathsLipsCaughtSettingFinanceSettingsHis EyesBarriersThroatCheeksIntroductionUnfinishedSlamStrandsCheerleaderFundraisingUnfinished BusinessField TripCar Wash Author:Katie MacAlister
“There was something about clowns that was worse than zombies. (Or maybe something that was the same. When you see a zombie, you want to laugh at first. When you see a clown, most people get a little nervous. There's the pallor and the cakey mortician-style makeup, the shuffling and the untidy hair. But clowns were probably malicious, and they moved fast on those little bicycles and in those little crammed cars. Zombies weren't much of anything. They didn't carry musical instruments and they didn't care whether or not you laughed at them. You always knew what zombies wanted.)” PeopleWantFirstsLittlesCareWantedLaughingCarStyleHairInstrumentsMovedMusicalNervousMakeupLaughedZombieClownBicycleMaliciousMusical InstrumentsShufflingMorticians Author:Kelly Link