Beau

“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”
― William Gibson, Neuromancer

“He didn’t look like a soldier at all. He looked like a filthy flamingo.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.”
― Soren Kierkegaard, Either - Or