“Because I had to work that night, I drank orange juice straight and wandered through the party, bored by but still accepting the expression that rose on every face as I went past. “Beautiful.” “Beautiful!” “Bee-oot-ee-fool.” The expression might be formed with wonder or contempt or warmth or disinterest, but it was still the same coin I mechanically took and tossed on the pile.”
“Beauty had a threshold, and beyond it, it became a captivating terror.”
“And my heart melts with the sting of a fiery burn in the way only Fiona can make it.”
“If beauty catches the eye, then character captures the heart.”
“Beauty is either incarnate, or it remains an intangible abstraction.”
“Beauty is akin to poison. Poison that smoothers us, intoxicates us and then slowly kills us.”
“If snow is the silence that falls from the sky, perhaps rain is an endless sentence.”