“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.” WayMeanLongFacesSongWalksFiveHairClothesStonesPressesRollingConferencesConceitUnfoldingRolling StonesSinisterPress Conferences Author:Pete Hamill
“My son would walk to the refrigerator-freezer and fling both doors open and stand there until the hairs in his nose iced up. After surveying $200 worth of food in varying shapes and forms, he would declare loudly, 'There's nothing to eat!'” FormWalksDoorsFoodSonHairShapesCookingNosesCulinaryMy SonFlingRefrigeratorsFreezer Author:Erma Bombeck
“Who I am on stage is very, very different to who I am in real life. But I don't see that having a sexy image when you are on stage means that you don't love God. No one knows what I'm really like from that. I like to walk around with bare feet and I don't like to comb my hair. I'm always so glammed up and so diva on stage and that's what they see. People don't understand that... No one knows my personal relationship with God and it's not up to me to prove that to anyone.” PeopleKnowsMeanDifferentRealWalksFeetStageHairProveSexyReal LifeWho I AmGod LoveRelationship With GodPersonal RelationshipsCombsBare FeetPersonal Relationship With God Author:Beyonce Knowles
“Life's dirty. Life's unclean you know. It's birth, it's sex, it's the intestinal tract. One big squishy, unsanitary mess. It never gets any cleaner either. You know, dust to dust, worms crawl in, worms crawl out, right Even though we know that, we still walk the walk, we still live the life. We're like a bunch of little kids. Little kids, you know, we jump in this big old pond of mud and we're slapping it all over our face, rubbing our hair all down our backs and we're making these glorious, gooey, mud pies. That's us.” KnowsLifeLittlesStillsBigsKidsFacesSexWalksHairBirthBunchDustMessLive LifeDirtyGloriousPieMudWormsLittle KidPondsCleanersSlappingDust To DustMud Pies Author:Andrew Schneider
“Even here, in the U.S., I walk my daughter's dog and I look for interesting people sitting at a picnic table and I walk over with my white hair and I ask, "Would you mind if I sat and rested here for a minute?" Nobody would refuse that.” PeopleIfsMindLooksAsksWhiteWalksInterestingMinutesDogHairDaughterSittingTablesRefuseSatMy DaughterPicnicsWhite Hair Author:Rita Gelman
“My work is very dear to me, and certainly I have had all the emotional highs and lows that go with trying to get it to an audience. But I do have some kind of detachment that seems somewhat unusual in my trade. I'm a writer who writes every day. I don't have a period of months where I can't get anything done and I wander around tearing my hair out. When I come back from a book tour, for instance, I might have one day where I sleep late and then check my e-mail, and then go for a walk, and then the next day I'm really itching to get back at writing a story.” WritingTryingKindI CanBookDoneStoriesSeemsMightNextSleepWalksAudienceEmotionalHairMonthsPeriodsOne DayLateLowsTradeDearChecksInstanceWanderGet BackUnusualMailNext DayDetachmentHighs And LowsItchingSleep Late Author:Daniel Handler
“Between the years of ninety-two and a hundred and two, however, we shall be the ribald, useless, drunken, outcast person we have always wished to be. We shall have a long white beard and long white hair; we shall not walk at all, but recline in a wheel chair and bellow for alcoholic beverages; in the winter we shall sit before the fire with our feet in a bucket of hot water, a decanter of corn whiskey near at hand, and write ribald songs against organized society... We look forward to a disreputable, vigorous, unhonoured, and disorderly old age.” WritingYearsLooksPersonsLongTwoHandsAgeSongWaterWhiteWalksFireFeetHairHundredHotWinterOld AgeUselessOrganizedWheelsChairsNinetyAlcoholicsCornBeardWhiskeyVigorousBucketsOutcastBeveragesHot WaterWhite HairRibald Author:Don Marquis
“The only time I'm not Hulk Hogan is when I'm behind closed doors because as soon as I walk out the front door, and somebody says hello to me, I can't just say 'hello' like Terry. When they see me, they see the blond hair, the mustache, and the bald head, they instantly think Hulk Hogan.” ThinkingI CanWalksBehindsDoorsFrontsHairHelloOnly TimeClosed DoorsFront DoorsMustacheBehind Closed Doors Author:Hulk Hogan
“When I have my Afro and walk down the street, there's no doubt that I'm black. With this [straightened] hair, if I talk about being black on air, viewers write and say, "You're black?!" I feel [straightening your hair] is giving up a sense of your identity. Let's be honest: It's an effort to look Anglo-Saxon.” IfsGivingFeelsWritingLooksBlackWalksEffortDoubtAirStreetsHonestIdentityHairGiving UpBeing HonestNo DoubtViewersAfrosAnglo Saxon Author:Jami Floyd
“I had a great fashion season in September so I told my agent that I would really like to walk the 2015 Victoria's Secret fashion show whilst rocking my short Afro hair.” ShowsWalksSecretFashionHairSeasonsAgentsSeptemberVictoriaAfrosFashion ShowGreat FashionVictoria's Secret Author:Maria Borges