I dress like a bum all the time. I'm a pretty casual fella.
Adolescence isn't just about prom or wearing sparkly dresses.
I finally learned to love myself by dressing up as Geri Halliwell.
I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men.
I remember my mom dressed like Janis Joplin.
The scruffier your beard, the sharper you need to dress.
I've only dressed in drag three or four times.
I like to dress for my body type and for my coloring.
I enjoy how women dressed in the 1920s with the shimmering jewels and rich feathers.
One wrong move, one bad rumor, one mistake, and it's social death row. I'm the latest to be sentenced. Move out of the way, everyone. Dead girl walking. -Riley
Fenworth owned a world-famous library. More rooms held books than beds. Pillows stuffed in niches and comfortable chairs scattered throughout each room offered abundant paces to curl up and read.
But it was not the room’s disorder which was frightening; it was the fact that when one began searching for the key to this disorder, one realized that it was not to be found in any of the usual places. For this was not a matter of habit or circums...
It was some time since I had gone to sleep in the same room with a girl. Of course, the room was large and reasonably well-lighted, and the girl had other things than me on her mind.
That somehow dreams are a blurred line between here and there, like a meeting room in a prison. You’re both in the same room, yet on different sides and really, in different worlds.
The only way I’ll play beer pong is if the room was a sterile room, the table was stainless steel sprayed down with disinfectant, the ball brand new, and everybody playing wore gloves and hairnets underneath their space suits.
Chastity ... has, even now, a religious importance in a woman's life, and has so wrapped itself round with nerves and instincts that to cut it free and bring it to the light of day demands courage of the rarest.
Then she lay on her back and gazed at the cloudless sky. Mr. Beebe, whose opinion of her rose daily, whispered to his niece that that was the proper way to behave if any little thing went wrong.
She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.
Sometimes our inability to be Christlike happens because... we don't care. But sometimes it happens because we are naïve about our own hidden darkness.
My hotel room has a great view. The view is right in front of the TV.
Flo hated how public an event affection inevitably became. Marrying in a church while scrutinized by dozens of people struck her as a barbaric custom.
