There used to be a thing or a commodity we put great store by. It was called the People. Find out where… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
“A young girl, no older than fourteen, her hair dyed green and orange and pink, stared at them as they went by.… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Only in America, Rabbi Golden, do these peasants, our mothers, get their hair dyed platinum at the age of sixty, and walk… — Philip Roth Copy Share Image
“Nothing is so sad, in my opinion, as the devastation wrought by age. My poor friend. I have described him many times.… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
