“The youth of the present day are quite monstrous. They have absolutely no respect for dyed hair.”

“A youth is to be regarded with respect. How do we know that his future will not be equal to our present?”

“I used to have pink hair," I told Seven."I used to have a real job," he answered."What happened?"He shrugged. "I dyed my hair pink. What happened to you?”

“Nico’s hair was combed straight up, stiff with mousse, the tips dyed the color of traffic cones.”

“Early youth is a baffling time. The present moment is nice but it does not last. Living in it is like waiting in a junction town for the morning limited; the junction may be interesting but some day you will have to leave it and you do not know where the limited will take you. Sooner or later you must move down an unknown road that leads beyond the range of the imagination, and the only certainty is that the trip has to be made. In this respect early youth is exactly like old age; it is a time of waiting before a big trip to an unknown destination. The chief difference is that youth waits for the morning limited and age waits for the night train.”

“As a matter of fact I'd had my hair dyed a marvelous shade of pale red so popular with Parisian tarts that season.”