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“Hello, Halberstam," Owen says, walking by. Hello, Owen," I say, admiring the way he's styled and slicked back his hair, with a part so even and sharp it... devastates me and I make a mental note to ask him where he purchases his hair-care products, which kind of mousse he uses, my final guesses after mulling over the possibilities being Ten-X.”

Way Kind Use Care Asks Possibility Products Hair Walking Ten Notes Finals Hello Admiring Mulling Over Mulling

Book:American Psycho: Picador Classic

Source: American Psycho: Picador Classic

“I want someone who will adore me so much that they cannot even walk past me without touching me in some way. I want someone who will worship me, even when.. I'm sitting around in fluffy slippers with no makeup on and hair scraped back. I'm sick and tired of being on my own. Most of the time I'm fine. Some of the time I even quite enjoy it. But at this precise moment in time I'm fed up with it. I've had enough.”

Way Want Enough Moments Past Enjoy My Own Walks Hair Fine Worship Sitting Sick Tired Makeup Feds Touching Precise Adore Had Enough Moments In Time Sitting Around Fed Up Slippers Fluffy No Makeup

Author:Jane Green

“How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home?”

Way Long Home Felt Rooms Saws Hair Mets Mouths Rain Woods Sentences Finished Shakes Ems Stomach Bus Lockers Maine Underwater Locker Room Mug Braids

Author:Jodi Picoult

“I feel something very small growing inside me as I look at her, and I realize in one absolutely clear moment that I don't like her at all. 'You know what?' I say. 'Forget it. I'll do the list by myself.' She stands up, swings her stupid hair about and tries to look offended. It's a trick that works with guys, but it makes no difference to the way I feel about her.”

Knows Way Feels Trying Looks Moments Guy Realizing Differences Forget Clear Growing Stupid Hair Lists Tricks Swings Offended Forget It Like Her

Author:Jenny Downham

“There is so little to remember of anyone - an anecdote, a conversation at a table. But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming habitual fondness not having meant to keep us waiting long.”

Way Feels Heart Littles Long Home Dream Remember Waiting Memories Chance Steps Written Doors Hair Conversation Tables Flesh Strokes Habitual Anecdotes Fondness Wanderers Way Home

Author:Marilynne Robinson

“My family suffered. My hair turned up in every corner, every drawer, every meal. Even in the rice puddings Tessie made, covering each little bowl with wax paper before putting it away in the fridge--even into these prophylactically secure desserts my hair found its way! Jet black hairs wound themselves around bars of soap. They lay pressed like flower stems between the pages of books. They turned up in eyeglass cases, birthday cards, once--I swear--inside an egg Tessie had just cracked. The next-door neighbor's cat coughed up a hairball one day and the hair was not the cat's.”

Source: Middlesex

“There's a reason why forty, fifty, and sixty don't look the way they used to, and it's not because of feminism, or better living through exercise. It's because of hair dye. In the 1950's only 7 percent of American women dyed their hair; today there are parts of Manhattan and Los Angeles where there are no gray-haired women at all.”

Way Looks Reason Today Used Feminism Hair Exercise Percent Reason Why Fifty Forty Los Angeles Gray Sixty Manhattan American Woman Hair Dye

Author:Nora Ephron

Way Littles Shows Boys Teach Hair Shoes Wicked Flirting Ploy

Book:Wicked: the Grimmerie

Source: Wicked: the Grimmerie

“Boys are just boys after all, but sometimes girls really seem to be the turn of a pale wrist, or the sudden jut of a hip, or a clutch of very dark hair falling across a freckled forehead. I'm not saying that's what they really are. I'm just saying sometimes it seems that way, and that those details (a thigh mole, a full face flush, a scar the precise shape and size of a cashew nut) are so many hooks waiting to land you.”

Way Sometimes Seems Faces Turns Fall Girl Waiting Dark Boys Land Hair Shapes Size Details Hips Nuts Scar Pale Precise Hook Foreheads Wrists Thighs Just Saying Clutch Moles Dark Hair Cashews

Author:Zadie Smith

“It's only life. We all get through it. Not all of us complete the journey in the same condition. Along the way, some lose their legs or eyes in acidents or altercations, while others skate through the years with nothing worse to worry about than an occassional bad-hair day. I still possessed both legs and both eyes, and even my hair looked all right when I rose that Wednesday morning in late January. If I returned to bed sixteen hours later, having lost all my hair but nothing else, I would consider the day a triumph. Even minus a few teeth, I'd call it a triumph.”

“What frightens you? What makes the hair on your arms rise, your palms sweat, the breath catch in your chest like a wild thing caged? Is it the dark? A fleeting memory of a bedtime story, ghosts and goblins and witches hiding in the shadows? Is it the way the wind picks up just before a storm, the hint of wet in the air that makes you want to scurry home to the safety of your fire? Or is it something deeper, something much more frightening, a monster deep inside that you've glimpsed only in pieces, the vast unknown of your own soul where secrets gather with a terrible power, the dark inside?”

Source: A Great and Terrible Beauty

“It was always hard work to push through a crowed of reporters with the scent of blood in their nostrils. You might not think so, since on camera they appear to be brain-damaged wimps with severe eating disorders. But put them at a police barricade and a miraculous thing happens...The strength comes from some mysterious place-and somehow, when there is gore on the ground, these anorexic creatures can push their way through anything. Without mussing their hair, too.”

“As I followed Margo's directions through the maze of one-way streets, we saw a few people sleeping on the sidewalk or sitting on benches, but nobody was moving. Margo rolled down the window, and I felt the thick air blow across my face, warmer than night ought to be. I glanced over and saw strands of her hair blowing all around her face. Even though I could see her there, I felt entirely alone among these big and empty buildings, like I'd survived the apocalypse and the world had been given to me, this whole and amazing and endless world, mine for the exploring.”

Source: Paper Towns

“Wait!" What?" I lowered my cup hastily, wondering if maybe there was a stray hair, or worse, a newly boiled bug inside my cup. You got to smell it first. It's the proper way to cup coffee." Cup coffee?" Taste it." What? Are you the coffee police or something?”

Ifs Way Firsts Waiting Wonder Hair Taste Police Smell Coffee Cups Bugs Coffee Cup North Of Beautiful

Author:Justina Chen

“Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eyeing us side by side in the mirror. Sure is, Girlfriend." Eric grinned at me. "But are you blond all the way down?" Don't you wish you knew?" Yes," he said simply. Well, you'll just have to wonder." I am," he said. "Blond everywhere," I could tell as much from your chest hair." He raised my arm to check my armpit. "You silly women, shaving your body hair," He said, dropping my arm.”

Way Wells Said Body Wish Sides Wonder Color Hair Arms Mirrors Raised Your Body Silly Checks Hey Girlfriend Chests Dropping Wish You Eric Shaving Armpits Body Hair

Book:Dead in Dixie

Source: Dead in Dixie

“Taro came into the room, strands of hair flying free of the tie at the back of his skull, sweat plastering his cream-colored shirt against his chest and back. I wished I had an artist's skill, that I could make renderings of him in all his states of beauty. He would never want to look at them, or even know about them. I would just like them for myself. Maybe he would want to see them when he was much older, and beautiful in a different way.”

Knows Way Want Looks Different States Beautiful Artist Rooms Hair Skills Flying Different Ways Shirts Ties Chests Sweat Cream Skulls Strands Rendering Flying Free

Author:Moira J. Moore

“I can see his pain, see it in the way he runs his fingers through his hair, over and over, and I understand what it costs him to hide it all.”

Way I Can Running Pain Hair Cost Fingers

Book:A Great and Terrible Beauty

Source: A Great and Terrible Beauty

“I sing of a woman with ink on her hands and pictures hidden beneath her hair. I sing of a dog with skin like velvet pushed the wrong way.I sing of the shape a fallen body makes in the dirt beneath a tree, and I sing of an ordinary man who is wanted to know things no human being could tell him.This is the true beginning.”

Knows Men Way Humans Body Hands Wanted Human Beings Tree Dog Hair Shapes Ordinary Skins Fallen Dirt Ink Wrong Way Velvet Ordinary Man

Book:The Dogs of Babel

Source: The Dogs of Babel

“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.”

Way Earth Form Turns Cities Color Hair Return Originals Strikes Mood Weed Symbolic Texture Bolts

Author:Diane Ackerman

“If I could dream, I know I'd dream about you.I'd dream about the way you smell and how your dark hair feels like silk between my fingers. I'd dream about the smoothness of your skin and the fierceness of your lips when we kiss. Without dreams,I have to be content with my own imagination—which is almost as good. I can picture all those things perfectly.”

Ifs Knows Way Feels I Can Dream Imagination Dark My Own Hair Kissing Skins Fingers Lips Smell If I Could Silk Dimitri Fierceness Dark Hair Dimitri Rose

Author:Richelle Mead

“But at some point you have to make peace with what you were given and if God wanted me to be a shy girl with think, dark hair, He would have made me that way, but He didn't. Useful, then, might be to accept how I was made and embody myself fully therein.”

Ifs Thinking Way Made Might Wanted Girl Given Dark Accepting Hair Shy Making Peace Dark Hair Shy Girl

Book:The Complete Elizabeth Gilbert: Eat, Pray, Love; Committed; The Last American Man; Stern Men & Pilgrims

Source: The Complete Elizabeth Gilbert: Eat, Pray, Love; Committed; The Last American Man; Stern Men & Pilgrims

“I haven't come to you only to take , I haven't come to you empty handed : I bring you poetry as great as yours but in anther tongue , I bring you black eyes and golden skin and curly hair , I bring you Islam and Luxor and Alexandria and Lutes and tambourines and date-palms and silk rugs and sunshine and incense and voluptuous ways”

Way Eye Black Havens Hair Empty Skins Islam Tongue Golden Sunshine Palms Silk Incense Voluptuous Black Eyes Alexandria Curly Hair

Book:In the Eye of the Sun

Source: In the Eye of the Sun

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