“I looked at you... and saw your goodness, your hope, and your faith. Those are what make you beautiful. So, so beautiful.So it was't my hair?”

“It's only that ye looked so beautiful, wi' the fire on your face, and your hair waving in the wind. I wanted to remember it.”

“Is that branch worrying you?” Simon asked her. “Would you like to change places? I hope you wouldn’t because your hair looks so nice against the leaves”

“You've changed," he said. "You're-uh-""Yes?""Taller.""I hope so. I was ten the last time you saw me.""And your hair's really dark now-and short," he added.”

“I think it was the first time in my life I ever felt like I looked “good”. Do you know what I mean? That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair’s right for the first time in your life? I don’t think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it’s nice. It really is.”

“How is it you're so beautiful and so fucking ugly inside!You know it wouldn't take much to make your outside look like your inside!!I could just chop your brain out!It doesn't deserve such a pretty body...”