transmutation

“Most of my friends were furiously indignant when I suggested that there could be women clowns. The idea was preposterous: The clown was a man and might, if he chose, dress as a woman, but only briefly, and to make a point. Perhaps the clown should be a man because, although he is allowed to retain a vast human dignity, he must be deprived of all human rights so that he is a valiant small figure at the very broadest part of universal experience, with an emotional aspect so unselfconscious that it can become personal to every member of his audience. His emotion must be impersonal—and impersonality is not a feminine characteristic.”
― Shirley Jackson, Let Me Tell You: New Stories, Essays, and Other Writings

“I lean forward. When I speak, my lips brush against his. “Maybe I’ll kill you later tonight.” He smiles.”
― Amy Tintera, Listen for the Lie

“I’ve loved you for just as long.” Atlas nods. “I know you have. No one on this earth loves me like you do.”
― Colleen Hoover, It Starts with Us