True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
I was born with a love of animals, the same way I was born with brown hair. When I was a little girl in Rome, I always had pets, which I adored.
I love getting dressed up for red carpet events and having my hair and makeup done professionally - that definitely helps with nerves of going down the red carpet.
I love to roll out of bed and throw something on. I had this roommate in college who would get up almost 2 hours before class to do hair and makeup. That's not for me.
Well I could have been just a writer. I had been a hair dresser. I could have stuck with that.
I used to be teased for the way I wore my hair at school. I used to do things like wear a different-colored sock on each leg.
When I was much younger, I sometimes felt rejected by feminists because of an image that I sold because it paid the bills. Any fool could tell my hair is dyed.
When you doubt one thing about yourself, you start thinking there's also something wrong with your hair, your body, your clothes, your accent.
Too bad that all the people who know how to run the country are busy driving taxicabs and cutting hair.
I think of New York City lost in stars forgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love Tonight the night is full;
When the New York Times scratches its head, get ready for total baldness as you tear out your hair.
Somebody once asked me how I found Peter Jackson, and I said: 'Well, I parted his hair, and there he was.'
I understand that if I really need my hair to be nice, now I hire someone to do it, and I understand that putting on a pair of heels really makes a difference.
I definitely believe in type casting. If you're a girl with bleach-blonde hair, everyone automatically thinks 'prom queen, cheerleader.' It just happens.
When I was a teenager, I was really into hair; I dyed it different colours and had loads of haircuts. I shaved my head when I was 17 - it was pretty radical!
In the end, punk inevitably burned itself out and acted as a bridge across which the New Romantics could sashay in their chiffon and glossy hair.
I'm really low maintenance for a girl. I pretty much shower, attempt to fix my hair, throw on some mineral make up, and go.
I hate being mean. I watch those roasts on Comedy Central and they make the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
No, you cannot stop the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can stop them from building nests in your hair.
So when I got to 50 I just thought, Hold on: I'm thin. I've got my hair. I'm well off. I survived, you know.
I'm obsessed with the Clarisonic brush. It actually makes you feel like you've had a facial. It helps prevent ingrown hairs after shaving, too.
