Well, love is dirty, It's not some holy, exalted thing, you know. It's about
appetite and wanting and need and all those other things that make
people do ugly things to each other. There's no betrayal without love, no
loss without it, no jealousy. Half the ugliness in this world comes from it.
It cuts and burns and makes wounds that don't ever heal. Give me hatred
any day. Now there's an emotion I can get behind. You always know where
you stand with it.
Love, such a selfish emotion. It makes the body a
slave, and shackles the will to its narrow desires - and yet it is thought
ennobling, why is that?