“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?”

“Once, I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off.”

“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 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.”

“I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool’d to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in’t: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.”