Prophecy today is hardly the romantic business that it used to be. The old tools of the trade, like the sword, the hair shirt, and the long fast in the wilderness, have given way to more contemporary, mundane instruments of doomthe book, the picket and the petition, the sit-in ... at City Hall.
(Jane Kramer (b. 1938), U.S. author. "The Ranks and Rungs of Mrs. Jacobs' Ladder," Off Washington Square (1963).)
With girls, everything looks great on the surface. But beware of drawers that won't open. They contain a three-month supply of dirty underwear, unwashed hose, and rubber bands with blobs of hair in them.
(Erma Bombeck (20th century), U.S. humorist and author. Motherhood, the Second Oldest Profession, ch. 8 (1983).)
I had my good looks, my blond hair, my height, build, and bullfighting school, I suppose I became one of the Village equivalents of an Eagle Scout badge for the girls. I was one of the credits needed for a diploma in the sexual humanities.
(Norman Mailer (b. 1923), U.S. author. Sergius O'Shaugnessy, in "The Time of Her Time," Advertisements for Myself, p. 485, Putnam's (1959).)
The drama critic on your paper said my chablis-tinted hair was like a soft halo over wide set, inviting eyes, and my mouth, my mouth was a lush tunnel through which golden notes came.
(Samuel Fuller (b. 1911), U.S. screenwriter. Cathy (Constance Towers), Shock Corridor, John Barrett, a newspaperman staying in a mental hospital, hallucinating about his fiancee's seductiveness (1963).
Cathy appears in a hallucination saying this.)
If any personal description of me is thought desirable, it may be said, I am, in height, six feet, four inches, nearly; lean in flesh, weighing, on an average, one hundred and eighty pounds; dark complexion, with course black hair, and grey eyesno other marks or brands recollected.
(Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865), U.S. president. letter to Jesse W. Fell, Dec. 20, 1859. Collected Works of Abraham Lincoln, vol. 3, p. 511, Rutgers University Press (1953, 1990).)