From Zadie Smith

I found this quote in Zadie Smith's book On Beauty. It's beatiful, and it reminded me of my man...his beauty, his charm, his charisma:

"And all the time, while he spoke, and she tried, bewilderedly, to listen, his face was doing its silent voodoo on her, just as it seemed to work on everybody passing by him in this archway. Zora could clearly see people stealing a look, and lingering, not wanting to release the imprint of Carl from their retinas, especially if it was only to be replaced by something as mundane as a tree or the library or two kids playing cards in the yard. What a thing he was to look at!"