“The weather is here Wish you were beautiful.”

"Stranger in a Strange Land"
Lyrics, October (1981)

those are like killing words. That's my death, if I don’t pummel it into his soft, not-yet-completely-formed radio disc-jockey skull that I am already beautiful, and I wish for nothing, other than for him to go away. I am so beautiful, sometimes people weep when they see me. And it has nothing to do with what I look like really, it is just that I gave myself the power to say that I am beautiful, and if I could do that, maybe there is hope for them too. You can't even get to me. I got special service, boundaries like the rings of Saturn. I am protected. I am four–five faggots deep all around me, who don't see your name on the list, who will not let you in here looking like that, who will hold you in a cold, hard, unflinching stare or back hand compliment you until you cry. If you even had the courage to ask me out you would have to do it by mail, sent months in advance, on a single 5×7 sheet of eggshell vellum, signed in blood and sealed in gold and scented with a light mist of the new fragrance by Alan Cumming, just so I could throw it away without becoming repulsed.
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Creep
Lyrics, Pablo Honey (1993)

The Pilot that weathered the Storm.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

(version in original Dutch / origineel citaat van Anton Mauve, uit zijn brief:) ..het is hier zo mooi met dat vriesende weer. o je moest thans de verschieten eens zien, en die akkers met zijn zwarte aarde en vlakken schaduwen dat zou je frapperen, heerlijk schijnt de zon in de ..
in a letter to Willem Maris, 1860's; as cited in 'Zó Hollands - Het Hollandse landschap in de Nederlandse kunst sinds 1850', Antoon Erftemeijer https://www.franshalsmuseum.nl/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/zohollands_eindversie_def_1.pdf; Frans Hals museum | De Hallen, Haarlem 2011, p. 31
1860's

Source: City of Fallen Angels

An old Man’s Idyll, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

The Gun Seller (1996)