“Why were all the handsome ones always such bastards?”
“One of them is that a bastard is always a bastard and if I can hurt a bastard by digging up shit about him, then he deserves it.”
“We were all monsters and bastards, and we were all beautiful.”
“Why are there no handsome priest in Paris? One has no inclination to confess anything to an ugly man.”
“...handsome people are always interesting to watch. But a handsome person in crisis is riveting.”
“They were rather handsome, had been educated in one of the first private seminaries in town,”