“The parasite of art, the virus of art, never ceases to gnaw awat at your brain, never ceases to torture you with the knowledge that whatever you’re doing could be done more beautifully, more powerfully, more stirringly, more disturbingly, more deeply.”
“there can never be more beautiful you shine the light disguises and hoops that make you jump through because there can never be a more beautiful you!”
“He was at once severe and beautiful, and the more the played, the more I felt surrounded by that cushion as well, as if I could fall and never hit the ground, as long as he was playing.”
“He is incredibly handsome. You never realized before how beautiful evil could be.”
“You have rare beauty the like I have never seen but you will be more beautiful heavy with my seed,” he stated softly.”