Quotes About Haircut

Singapore had taken a much more, well, Singaporean approach to the problem of hippies than the Malaysians had. They'd let them in, but only if they got a haircut.

When I actually first moved to Atlanta, I was cutting hair. I was making beats and making music out in the Bay Area. But I came here to make - you know, I had to get my barber license, so I was cutting hair.

Bill Clinton sitting on Air Force One getting his hair cut while people around the country cooled their heels and waited for him, became a metaphor for a populist president who had gotten drunk with the perks of his own power and was sort of, you know, not sensitive to what people wanted.

I did study the art of being a barber because I wanted to figure out what my routine would be. Do you start in the front or back? Top or bottom? Swivel the chair or walk around? What I did discover is there's no such thing as the perfect haircut!

I used to work at this store called Music Plus in San Clemente, California, when I was growing up, and then they became Blockbuster Music, and, like, you had to get a haircut to work there, and at the time I had some pretty long hair. So after that policy was imposed, I knew that was going to be my last summer working there.

I looked like a 'Super Mario Bros.' Goomba. It's arguably the ugliest haircut on the planet.

His expression I remember from the first time I met him. Open, direct. But no longer anonymous. I know certain telling details now. Like he can't stand his brother and he gets one haircut a year. He likes Raymond Chandler and John Irving, Wallce Stegner and Joan Didion. That he loves the blues and songs that tell stories. Riding the ferries just to be on water. His favorite flavor is caramel.

She said she didn't know it herself until that afternoon when her mother took her to the beauty parlor and had a private talk with Mr. Anthony. Then Mr. Anthony started clipping away and next thing she knew—she had this new haircut. She looked like an elf. It did a lot for her.

I made the mistake of going to a barber who was not from Philly, and let's just say, I would never do that again.

After leaving school, I travelled around Europe for about six months. In Denmark, I thought that was my chance to get an amazing haircut, so I went to what I thought was a great hairdresser. It turned out to be the car wash of hairdressers, and I walked out sporting yet another pudding bowl, but this time with a stripe bleached down the centre.

as I travel the city / hating poetry & my haircut & all the things I do not / want to do

I do believe a haircut makes you play better - I've experienced that before. I think it's confidence, it's routine, and it can also be superstition. Just like if you do your hair, it's not quite done right, and you have a bad day, you're not going to do that again the next day.

The voice was cool, drawling, and insolent, but the eyes were something else. She looked about as hard to get as a haircut.

Brent Lockwood had been sixteen (almost seventeen) to Julia's fifteen (closer to fourteen). He had asked her father for permission to take her out, and her father had told him to get a haircut, get a job, and get back to him.

Tom [McCarthy] said to me, "Buddy, you got an Oscar nomination through that haircut! That's the real feat, man."

I grew up in a poor family. I had to cut everyone's hair, because we didn't have money for entertainment.

In 1985 I'd never seen a mullet before, had no idea what a mullet was, what it was called, or why someone might choose to endure such a thing except for the simple pleasure that comes from having two haircuts on one head. All I knew was that it looked monumentally stupid.

I was born in Boston, but then I went down to Virginia. We spent a little time in Maryland, and then were in Virginia by the time I was seven. What struck me the most was that my mother thought that she had gone to the middle of nowhere, and we would still drive four hours for her to get her hair cut in Washington, D.C.

When I was seven in Ireland I went to a barber's on my own with my pocket money and asked for long hair with spikes on top like Pat Sharp and they gave it to me.

I'm a very superstitious person. I come from a long line of superstitious people, so it's not going anywhere. For instance, we have this thing on our movies where if one of the key personnel gets a haircut in the middle of the movie, it's bad luck. I swear by that.

No, Julia, you need adventure. You need a lover, a holiday abroad. You need to cut your hair and swim naked in a river. You need to eat things you have never even seen before and speak languages you do not know. You need to kiss a man who makes you feel like your knees have turned to water and makes your heart feel as though it would spring from your chest.

I started cutting hair when I was about 16. Everyone in the neighborhood would come by, and I'd come out on the porch and sit and cut. I'd charge $3 a head. Every time I earned some money, I'd give it to my mom.

So I begged, half way into season two, for them to let me cut my hair.

the name for a certain kind of fiscal decapitation is called taking a haircut, which clarifies just how minor and even trivial are most of the financial limitations on wealth that get considered in the neoliberal hegemony.