“Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.”

“She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful & life was so short.”

“He was bookish, she was not; he was theoretical, she political. She called a rose a rose. He called it an accumulation of cultural and biological constructions circulating around the mutually attracting binary poles of nature/artifice.”

“She was not quite what you would call refined.
She was not quite what you would call unrefined.
She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot.”

“calls her beautiful, but she cannot hear…”

“She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn’t have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.”

“On second thought she hoped she never met a woman that attractive.. If she did, she would be morally obligated to run her over with her car.." Bride”

“She was beautiful - but especially she was without mercy.”

“She never came back. The family
Sort of drifted off. Nobody wears shiny boots like that now.
But I know she is beautiful forever, and lives
In a beautiful house, far away.
She called my name once. I didn't even know she knew it.”

“She's not that attractive. I mean, she was hard to look at at first, but I figured, rough around the edges, but she can sing good.”