Make no mistake most women are well aware that they've never had it so good when they enter a spa or salon it is purely a hair/nails thing a prelude to an evening of guilt-free fun.

Pithy sentences are like sharp nails which force truth upon our memory.

There was a time when nails were high-tech. There was a time when people had to be told how to use a telephone. Technology is just a tool. People use tools to improve their lives.

Though I still have no semblance of a life outside of Nine Inch Nails at the moment I realize my goals have gone from getting a record deal or selling another record to being a better person more well-rounded having friends having a relationship with somebody.

Certain people in the United States are driving nails into this structure of our relationship then cutting off the heads. So the Soviets must use their teeth to pull them out.

I just try to stay positive and focused on the tennis not let anything get to me like crazy questions. But I'm tough let me tell you tough as nails.

When I was in college I used to write little ditties and short stories and poetry for my friends. Writing a book is another thing. It is so much different from my traditional day of dirty fingernails and greasy hair and hot pans.

I like music that's more offensive. I like it to sound like nails on a blackboard get me wild.

I love getting my nails done. My mom's best friend is a manicurist. When I was little she'd do little paintings on my nails like flowers.

Mom spent the time that she was supposed to be a kid actully raising children her younger brother and younger sister. She was tough as nails and did not suffer fools at all. And the truth was she could not afford to. She spoke the truth bluntly directly and without much varnish. I am her son.

What they're not ready for is guys like you and I and Nails and all the other gnarly gnarlingtons in my life that we are high priests Vatican assassin warlocks. Boom. Print that people. See where that goes.

With a lot of hair and make-up then I'm possibly remotely attractive. But it's rare I don't think I'm ugly but I'm nothing particularly special. I'm not a yoga and health girl. I don't exercise that much and I eat crap and smoke and bite my nails.

I don't do yoga. I bite the hella outta my nails. I smoke I eat all the wrong food I don't exercise.

For three days after death hair and fingernails continue to grow but phone calls taper off.

For days after death hair and fingernails continue to grow but phone calls taper off.

The earth is rocky and full of roots it's clay and it seems doomed and polluted but you dig little holes for the ugly shriveled bulbs throw in a handful of poppy seeds and cover it all over and you know you'll never see it again - it's death and clay and shrivel and your hands are nicked from the rocks your nails black with soil.

Appearance is something you should definitely consider when you're going out. Have your girlfriend clip your nails or something like that.

I used to lie between cool clean sheets at night after I'd had a bath after I had washed my hair and scrubbed my knuckles and finger-nails and teeth. Then I could lie quite still in the dark with my face to the window with the trees in it and talk to God.

What's cool about indie rock is that one band can do effectively the same thing as another band and one band nails it and the other one doesn't. I like that elusiveness.

I've always leaned toward a feminine funky style even in business settings. I used to paint my nails blue in 1993 before it was mainstream.

My mom was an aesthetician and she went to beauty school back in the '60s. I just remember watching her do her makeup all the time. She always had her nails done makeup on - her face was ready to go when she went out. I loved it.