“It was so darn quiet you could hear your hair grow.”

“There is an alternative to war. It's staying in bed and growing your hair.”

“I began to worship pubic hair, to touch it, to smell it, to lick it. This was when I came to realize that pubic hair wasn’t at all like the hair we had on our heads. No, pubic hair was tougher, coarse, and sharp. You could cut your tongue on it if you licked it too hard. The hair on our heads wasn’t just finer but also round, and our pubic hair was thicker and flat, and so this was why it could cut you if you weren’t careful.”

“The first symptom is that hair grows on your ears. It's very disconcerting.”

“If I dare to hear you
I will feel you like the sun
And grow in your direction.”

“The first step is, if you don't believe it yourself your team darn sure won't.”

“Where I grew up - I grew up on the north side of Akron, lived in the projects. So those scared and lonely nights - that's every night. You hear a lot of police sirens, you hear a lot of gunfire. Things that you don't want your kids to hear growing up.”

“Only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.”

“You don't understand music: you hear it. So hear me with your whole body.”

“I looked at you… and saw your goodness, your hope, and your faith. Those are what make you beautiful. So, so beautiful.

So it was't my hair?”