“San Francisco has a flowers-in-your-hair kind of vibe, while Chicago's got this very funny, big-city/small-town coolness to it.” KindBigsCitiesFlowerHairTownsChicagoSmall TownSan FranciscoBig CitiesCoolness Author:Dave Matthews
“A flower is a daisy chain, a graduation, a valentine; a flower is New Year's Eve and an orchid in your hair; a flower is a single geranium blooming in a tin can on a murky city fire-escape; an acre of roses at the Botanical Gardens; and the first gold crocus of spring! ... a flower is a birth, a wedding, a leaving of this life.” YearsFirstsCitiesFireFlowerHairBirthSpringGardenGoldRoseLeavingChainsThis LifeNew YearValentineDaisiesNew Years EveAcresTinBloomingOrchidsFire EscapesTin CansCrocuses Author:Jean Hersey
“One of the most important finds within the land of Egypt occurred when the Egyptologist and archaeologist Professor Walter B. Emery (1903-1971) was excavating tombs at the necropolis of Saqqara, one of the oldest cities in the land. There Professor Emery discovered men with blond hair and fair complexions. These individuals were revered and honored by the Egyptians as specially endowed elite.” MenImportantIndividualCitiesLandHairFairsProfessorsElitesEgyptHonoredTombsComplexionArchaeologists Author:Michael Tsarion
“I am in Paris. Yes ma'am , I made it back. I came up from Berlin, stopped here ten days, fought a losing battle against my deepest inclinations, pulled myself out by the hair and went to Madrid...Madrid is a lovely enchanting city, and there was almost ready for me a kind of penthouse full of sunlight, a roof garden, and so on. I gave one look at it all, returned to the hotel and went to bed and wept bitterly for eleven hours...Why? Because I had seen Paris and could not endure the thought of being anywhere else.” LooksKindMadeHoursCitiesReadyHairBattleBedTenLosingGardenEndureLovelyMade ItParisHotelSunlightRoofInclinationElevenBerlinEnchantingMadridPenthouses Author:Katherine Anne Porter
“Yesterday in New York City, Donald Trump officially changed his political affiliation from Republican to Independent. And Donald's hair has switched from pelt to carpet sample.” PoliticalCitiesNew YorkChangedHairTrumpRepublicanIndependentYesterdayNew York CityCarpetSampleAffiliation Author:Jay Leno
“I want to travel on a train that smells like snowflakes. I want to sip in cafes that smell like comets. Under the pressure of my step, I want the streets to emit the precise odor of a diamond necklace. I want the newspapers I read to smell like the violins left in pawnshops by weeping hobos on Christmas Eve. I want to carry luggage that reeks of the neurons in Einstein's brain. I want a city's gases to smell like the golden belly hairs of the gods. And when I gaze at a televised picture of the moon, I want to detect, from a distance of 239,000 miles, the aroma of fresh mozzarella.” WantLeftCitiesBrainStepsStreetsHairMoonPressureDistanceTrainSmellMilesNewspapersGoldenDiamondPreciseBellyWeepingViolinSnowflakeOdorCafesNeuronsCometsLuggageChristmas EveNecklacesWant To TravelAromaHobosMozzarella Author:Tom Robbins
“You can`t use hair spray, because hair spray is going to affect the ozone. I`m trying to figure out - okay, I`m in my room in New York City and I want to put a little spray, so that I can - all right? Right?” WantTryingLittlesI CanUseRoomsCitiesFiguresNew YorkHairOkayNew York CitySprayOzone Author:Melissa Harris-Perry
“Having Black hair is unique in that Black women change up styles a lot. You can walk down one street block in New York City and see 10 different hairstyles that Black women are wearing: straight curls, short cuts, braids - we really run the gamut.” DifferentRunningBlackWalksCitiesCuttingStreetsStyleNew YorkHairUniqueBlockNew York CityBlack WomenCurlsHairstylesShort CutsBlack HairBraids Author:Queen Latifah
“Bolivia's majority Indian population was always excluded, politically oppressed and culturally alienated. Our national wealth, our raw materials, was plundered. Indios were once treated like animals here. In the 1930s and 40s, they were sprayed with DDT to kill the vermin on their skin and in their hair whenever they came into the city.” WealthAnimalCitiesMaterialsHairSkinsMajorityPopulationTreatedIndianOppressed1930sExcludedRaw MaterialsBoliviaVerminDdt Author:Evo Morales
“Behind every small business, there's a story worth knowing. All the corner shops in our towns and cities, the restaurants, cleaners, gyms, hair salons, hardware stores - these didn't come out of nowhere.” StoriesBusinessCitiesBehindsKnowingHairTownsCornersStoresRestaurantsShopsGymSmall BusinessCleanersHardwareBusiness OwnersSalonsSmall Business OwnersOur Town Author:Paul Ryan
“That was in Crescent City, California, up near the Oregon border. I left soon after. But today I was thinking of that place, of Crescent City, and of how I was trying out a new life there with my wife, and how, in the barber's chair that morning, I had made up my mind to go. I was thinking today about the calm I felt when I closed my eyes and let the barber's fingers move through my hair, the sweetness of those fingers, the hair already starting to grow.” ThinkingTryingMindMadeEyeTodayMovingLeftGrowsFeltCitiesMorningWifeHairFingersStartingCalmMy WifeCaliforniaBordersChairsSweetnessNew LifeOregonBarbersCrescent Book:Where I'm Calling From: Selected Stories Source: Where I'm Calling From: Selected Stories
“Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself, when waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy, and blind oblivion swallowed cities up, and mighty states characterless are grated to dusty nothing, yet let memory, from false to false, among false maids in love, upbraid my falsehood!” IfsMayStatesMemoriesCitiesHairStonesBlindProphetFalsehoodWornOblivionMaidsSwerveUpbraidCharacterless Book:Arden Shakespeare Complete Works Source: Arden Shakespeare Complete Works
“At first we raced through space, like shadows and light; her rants, my raves; her dark hair, my blonde; black dresses, white. She's a purple-black African-violet-dark butterfly and I a white moth. We were two wild ponies, Dawn and Midnight, the wind electrifying our manes and our hooves quaking the city; we were photo negatives of each other, together making the perfect image of a girl.” FirstsTwoLightTogetherGirlBlackDarkSpaceWhitePerfectCitiesWindHairShadowDressesDawnButterflyMidnightVioletPurpleBlondeMothsPoniesRantRaveDark Hair Author:Francesca Lia Block
“Symbolic of life, hair bolts from our head[s]. Like the earth, it can be harvested, but it will rise again. We can change its color and texture when the mood strikes us, but in time it will return to its original form, just as Nature will in time turn our precisely laid-out cities into a weed-way.” WayEarthFormTurnsCitiesColorHairReturnOriginalsStrikesMoodWeedSymbolicTextureBolts Author:Diane Ackerman