“Even the trip throught the Portal had not disarranged Magnus's hair spikes. He tugged on one proudly. "Check it out", he said to Isabelle.
"Magic?"
"Hair gel. $3.99 at Ricky's.”

“That’s an answer in the same way that ketchup can be hair gel.”

“What do you do to your hair?"
"Dust, hair gel, and a little gun oil."
"Ever thought of patenting the recipe?"
"No.”

“Magnus had a list of favored traits in a partner-black hair, blue eyes, honest…”

“This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job.”

“He knew that hair couldn't feel; he kissed her hair.”

“It is also true that his hair had a reddish tinge and, as everybody knows, no one with red hair can ever truly be said to be handsome.”

“I had long blonde hair, but even as a little girl with long blonde hair, I looked like one of the Hanson boys.”

“Check you out,' said Magnus. 'My famous boyfriend, inspiration to the masses.”

“Duh, he said, smoothing my hair back, Venus and Earth.”