The mustache represented the old John; I didn't want to be that guy anymore, so I shaved it off. It was ritualistic in a way.

A good mustache makes a man for many reasons.

My mustache has become this weird iconic representation of a certain era.

Having a mustache and never smiling became a permanent component of my persona through the quaintly self-important decade of the seventies.

I couldn't wait to grow a mustache. I stopped shaving my upper lip the day I graduated from high school.

He's very neat, his hair is cut, he has a beard...his mustache well trimmed. His face is shaved, I mean he just did not appear to be a homeless person.