He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.

They wore their strange beauty like war paint.

Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.

She'd always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for.

Nothing can happen more beautiful than death - Walt Whitman