The little man removed his hat. What an egg-shaped head he…

Happy the man who, removed from all cares of business, after the manner of his forefathers cultivates with his own team his paternal acres,…

— Horace

“Take this one to the bank: birds are hatched from eggs and are always egg-shaped. Maybe there's no escaping the shape that molds you,…

— Tupelo Hassman

Let's say that when I was a little baby, and all my bones soft and malleable, I was put in a small Episcopal cruciform…

— John Steinbeck

See, I was fine being bald, because I have a good-shaped head.

— Brian Urlacher

“She had what the Victorians would call a finely shaped head . You could imagine the skull quite easily. I'd know her head anywhere.…

— Gillian Flynn

His pear-shaped head, I could now see, was situated on top of a pear-shaped body, which his black gown caused to resemble a piece…

— Clive James

“It was humanoid in form but it was certainly not a person. Its big upside-down teardrop shaped head was covered in blood yet I…

— Caspar Vega

“Nothing is so sad, in my opinion, as the devastation wrought by age. My poor friend. I have described him many times. Now to…

— Agatha Christie

“I came across a man in Belgium once, a very famous detective, and he quite inflamed me. He was a marvellous little fellow. He…

— Agatha Christie

“The little man gave the big one a look. One of his eyes was green, one was black, and both were cool.”

— George R.R. Martin

What a wonderfully exciting cough,' said the little man, quite startled by it, 'do you mind if I join you?' And with that he…

— Douglas Adams

Common sense is the guy who tells you that you ought to have had your brakes relined last week before you smashed a front…

— Raymond Chandler

To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.

— Edgar Allan Poe

“Christ's blood in heaven, you ignorant, incompetent whey-faced nestlecock, do you think I am a hired spy, an informer? That I have a master,…

— Patrick O'Brian

Stephanie could see the greed seep into the watery eyes of her father’s other brother, a horrible little man called Fergus, as he nodded…

— Derek Landy