For beauty is just the beginning of a terror we can barely stand: We admire it because it calmly refuses to crush us. Every angel terrifies. And so I control myself, choking back the dark impulse to cry.
For beauty is just the beginning of a terror we can barely stand: We admire it because it calmly refuses to crush us. Every angel terrifies. And so I control myself, choking back the dark impulse to cry.
