"Yvonne isn’t interested in men who are handsome in an ordinary way: she’s not drawing toothpaste ads. Besides, men with capped-looking teeth and regular features, men even remotely like Greek gods, are conscious of the surface they present and of its effects. They display themselves as if their features are pictures already, finished, varnished, impermeable. Yvonne wants instead whatever it is that’s behind the face and sees out through it. She chooses men who look as if things have happened to them, things they didn’t like very much, men who show signs of forces acting upon them, who have been chipped a little, rained on, frayed, like shells on the beach. […] Men of this kind are not likely to be vain in any standard way. Instead they know that they must depend on something other than appearance to make an impact; […]"
— Margaret Atwood, The Sunrise (from Bluebeard’s Egg)

Lately, I am in love with Atwood's writing. Falling deeply in love with writing.