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“There is something elegantly sinister about the Rolling Stones. They sit before you at a press conference like five unfolding switchblades; their faces set in rehearsed snarls; their hair studiously unkempt and matted; their clothes part of some private conceit; and the way they walk and talk and the songs they sing all become part of some long mean reach for the jugular.”

Way Mean Long Faces Song Walks Five Hair Clothes Stones Presses Rolling Conferences Conceit Unfolding Rolling Stones Sinister Press Conferences

Author:Pete Hamill

“A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.”

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Author:Alexander Pope

“The minds of stone lovers had colonised stones as lichens clung to them with golden or grey-green florid stains. The human world of stones is caught in organic metaphors like flies in amber. Words came from flesh and hair and plants. Reniform, mammilated, botryoidal, dendrite, haematite. Carnelian is from carnal, from flesh. Serpentine and lizardite are stone reptiles ; phyllite is leafy-green.”

World Mind Humans Hair Lovers Stones Green Plant Metaphor Caught Flesh Golden Grey Stains Amber Reptiles

Book:A Stone Woman (Storycuts)

Source: A Stone Woman (Storycuts)

“one pale woman all alone, The daylight kissing her wan hair, Loitered beneath the gas lamps' flare, With lips of flame and heart of stone.”

Heart Women Hair Solitude Kissing Stones Lips Flames Gas Pale Lamps Daylight All Alone Flare Kissing Her Heart Of Stone

Book:The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: Poems and poems in prose

Source: The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: Poems and poems in prose

“It's a simplification to say that the men [during Stone Age] went to war to maintain their dominance over the women. The men would help dig agricultural ditches because they were superb farmers. That was very heavy lifting work. But then they just preened themselves, and put bird-of-paradise plumes [in their hair], and smoked dope.”

Men War Helping Age He Man Hair Bird Stones Heavy Paradise Farmers Lifting Dominance Dope Superb Simplification Stone Age Heavy Lifting

Author:Peter Matthiessen

“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!”

Ifs May States Memories Cities Hair Stones Blind Prophet Falsehood Worn Oblivion Maids Swerve Upbraid Characterless

Book:Arden Shakespeare Complete Works

Source: Arden Shakespeare Complete Works

“Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someone's hair. And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted--wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt the strength of a man, and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt. Part of you thought: Please don't look at me. If you don't, I can still turn away. And part of you thought: Look at me.”

Source: The History of Love: A Novel

“She moved nearer, leaned her shoulder against me — and we were one, and something flowed from her into me, and I knew: this is how it must be. I knew it with every nerve, and every hair, every heartbeat, so sweet it verged on pain. And what joy to submit to this 'must'. A piece of iron must feel such joy as it submits to the precise, inevitable law that draws it to a magnet. Or a stone, thrown up, hesitating a moment, then plunging headlong back to earth. Or a man, after the final agony, taking a last deep breath — and dying.”

Men Feels Moments Earth Pain Lasts Law Joy Pieces Dying Sweet Hair Draws Stones Breaths Moved Finals Shoulders Inevitable Thrown Iron Nerves Submit Agony Precise Heartbeat Magnet Deep Breath

Book:We

Source: We

“The witch's hair was too short and too dark for blond. She wasn't sure if that relieved her or disturbed her. Riley had immediately begun his interrogation, and it had gone something like this: Riley: Where is the meeting between your kind and Aden Stone supposed to take place? Witch: Go suck yourself. Riley: Maybe later. Meeting? Witch: Enjoy death. Riley: I have once already. Now, decide to talk or lose a body part. Witch: May I recommend a finger? Riley: Sure. After I take one of your very necessary hands.”

Ifs Kind May Body Hands Enjoy Loses Dark Gone Hair Stones Meetings Fingers Witch Too Short Disturbed Relieved Interrogation

Book:Unraveled

Source: Unraveled

“There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down from the monument, the ends of his hair dripping rain. It slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's.”

Source: Hush, Hush

“There where hundreds of graves. There where hundreds of women. There were hundreds of daughters. There were hundreds of sons. And hundreds upon hundreds upon thousands of candles. The whole graveyard was one swarm of candleshine as if a population of fireflies had heard of a Grand Conglomeration and had flown here to settle in and flame upon the stones and light the brown faces and the dark eyes and the black hair.”

Ifs Whole Light Eye Faces Black Dark Heard Son Hair Daughter Stones Population Graves Settling Flames Brown Candle Graveyard Firefly Swarms Black Hair Dark Eyes

Book:The Halloween Tree

Source: The Halloween Tree

“She is standing on my lids And her hair is in my hair She has the colour of my eye She has the body of my hand In my shade she is engulfed As a stone against the sky She will never close her eyes And she does not let me sleep And her dreams in the bright day Make the suns evaporate And me laugh cry and laugh Speak when I have nothing to say”

Doe Dream Body Hands Eye Speak Sleep Laughing Sun Sky Cry Hair Standing Stones Let Me Colour Shade Her Eyes Bright Days

Author:Paul Eluard

“Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.”

Source: The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: Poems and poems in prose