Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
Did you never think, even once, that I loved lipstick and rouge for more than their color alone? I am a student of their lore, and it is arcane and hermetic beyond the dreams of alchemists. …Cosmetics are an extension of the will. Why do you think all men paint themselves when they go to fight?
“There are ways of dying that don’t end in funerals. Types of death you can’t smell.”
— Haruki Murakami