“My chief time for reading is at night while brushing my hair before I go to bed, and as you may suppose, but little profit and pleasure can be derived from such mere sips at the well of knowledge. 'Tis a great privation to me, for my desire for information increases instead of diminishing, and I look forward with great anxiety to the time when I can improve my poor neglected mind and learn some of the few exhaustless store of things which I wish to know.” KnowsMindWellsLooksMayLittlesI CanDesireNightReadingWishPleasurePoorInformationHairBedAnxietyIncreaseMereProfitStoresChiefsNeglectedBrushing Book:Fanny, the American Kemble: her journals and unpublished letters Source: Fanny, the American Kemble: her journals and unpublished letters
“Madonna has a far profounder vision of sex than do the feminists. She sees both the animality and the artifice. Changing her costume style and hair color virtually every month, Madonna embodies the eternal values of beauty and pleasure. Feminism says, 'No more masks.' Madonna says we are nothing but masks. Through her enormous impact on young women around the world, Madonna is the future of feminism.” WorldYoungValuesSexPleasureVisionFeminismStyleColorHairMonthsEternalImpactFeministEnormousAround The WorldMaskYoung WomenCostumesArtifice Author:Camille Paglia
“When I portray Stabler, I have to shave every day and cut my hair every week! And then, I really like to change my looks for films like 'Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle' where I have the pleasure of playing the ugliest man in the world.” MenWorldLooksFilmWhitePleasureCuttingWeekHairCastles Author:Christopher Meloni
“The only writer who gives me unfeigned pleasure is P.G. Wodehouse. And even him I find a bit heavy. He takes a lot out of me. Scratching my hair, with soft whistles, with lips aquiver, I frown over Sunset at Blandings.” GivingBitsPleasureHairGive MeLipsHeavySunset Author:Martin Amis
“After a while I understood that, talking this way, everything dissolves: justice, pine, hair, woman, you and I. There was a woman I made love to and I remembered how, holding her small shoulders in my hands sometimes, I felt a violent wonder at her presence like a thirst for salt, for my childhood river with its island willows, silly music from the pleasure boat, muddy places where we caught the little orange-silver fish called pumpkinseed. It hardly had to do with her. Longing, we say, because desire is full of endless distances.” WayLittlesMadeSometimesHandsDesireFeltJusticePleasureTalkingWonderChildhoodHairUnderstoodRiversLongingDistanceCaughtFishesSillyViolentEndlessShouldersBoatRememberedIslandsSilverSaltThirstOrangeMuddy Author:Robert Hass