Cleopatra and Frankenstein
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“That’s what painting is like for me. Inevitably, there’s a moment when I’ve pulled everything out of me, and it’s just … it’s chaos on canvas. I feel like I should never have started. But then I keep going, and somehow things find their order. I know when I’ve finished because I feel… I feel this click that means everything’s in its place. It’s all where it should be. Total peace.”
When the darkest part of you meets the darkest part of me, it creates light.
He rested his forehead on the slope beneath her belly button. She took his skull between her fingers. Devotional. That was the word for two bodies like that.
"You broke it!" she screamed. "You broke me!"
"You were already broken!" yelled Frank.
“Not like this.”
She had not told quentin what frank's actutal vow was. He'd surprised her by requesting to say something at the end of the ceremony, after the usual script had been read. He was noticeably nervous, his usual gregariousness gone. When he finally did speak, it was a single sentence. When the darkest part of you meets the darkest part of me, it creates light.