Be like snow, cold but beautiful.
Criminal by Fiona Apple
…what allured him was the remarkable beauty of the innocent girl, which had a peculiar attraction for a vicious profligate…’Those innocent eyes slit my soul up like a razor,’ he used to say afterwards, with his loathsome snigger. In a man so depraved this might, of course, mean no more than sensual attraction.
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov