“I have never known courage to be judged by the length of a man's hair. Or, for the matter of that, whether he has any hair at all.”
“Never be afraid to tell me anything,” he whispered against her hair. “No matter how ashamed you might feel. I’ll never judge you, Rachel. I love you.”
“I had never seen so much hair on a man. It covered all of his face and grew way down to his chest, maybe lower, but he didn't have hair where it counted, on top of his head.”
“I dream that someone will love me as a person so wholly that it won't matter whether I have gray pubic hair or sagging breast.”
“And, as I mused, the years fell away, hair sprouted on the vast steppes of my head, where never hair has been almost within the memory of man.”
“Why is it that a man with hair on his head has more hair than a man with hairs on his head?”