I think, when I was younger, I believed in - and yearned for - conventional beauty. I thought there was a spectrum from ugly to beautiful, and that you could objectively plot everyone you saw along it.

It's very difficult, I think, especially on two cellphones, to have a romantic conversation.

Attraction is what happens between you. It's not universal. And it's not conventional. And thank God for that.

You think I'm cute?" He said thinkly, pulling on her hand.
She was glad he couldn't see her face. "I think you're..."
Beautiful. Breathtaking. Like the person in a Greek myth who makes one of the gods stop caring about being a god.

Only the beautiful can acknowledge all that is beautiful, and only the ugly can acknowledge all that is ugly as being beautiful.

I think Sydney has so much natural beauty; it's just a beautiful city.