“You cannot grow a beard in a moment of passion.”
“My beard has started growing a beard of its own, and I’m stuck having to take it for a walk.”
“Grow a beard, take a bath, burn a billboard”
“But he cannot see a connection between the end of yearning and the end of poetry. Is that what growing up amounts to: growing out of yearning, of passion, of all intensities of the soul?”
“I’m growing an Abe Lincoln beard. On my ball sack.”
“Soooooo, trying to grow a beard?” Nope. Just checking out on life.”