Quote by Amanda Quick

“The high-waisted bodice had been cut quite low, much lower than anything she had ever worn before, and she had to resist the temptation…

— Amanda Quick

“How else could it be with such consuming hair?”

— Jeanette Winterson

“Probably she didn't bother with her hair because nothing could compete with her face.”

— Myra McEntire

“I was captivated. My own hair was easily as long as Olga's, but it frizzed and knotted at every opportunity. When it was combed,…

— Megan Whalen Turner

“She'd permed her hair to within an inch of its life. When she moved her head, the mass of hair followed along behind her…

— Jean Thompson

“Somehow she could always think better when all her hair was out of her face. Stupid, but true.”

— Melinda Metz

“What could I tell her? That that was the whole point of having long hair? To keep it in my face? Maybe I didn’t…

— Jeffery Eugenides

“How bad could things be if my hair was neat?”

— Jeff Lindsay

“Every part of her was still except her hair, which blew round her face in the damp night like Medusa's serpentine locks rearing to…

— Katherine Pine

“Her hair was a loose ponytail, the universal sign of not giving a fuck.”

— Andy Weir

“... on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and…

— Holly Black

“She could feel her skin turning darker while he lay there and stared at her; her hair felt not only short but unbelievably bushy.”

— Kathleen Collins