love needs too much help, he said.
hate takes care of itself.

The best hiding place was love. Thus the conversion from pristine sadism to fabricated hatred, to fraudulent love.

Hatred is never ended by hatred but by love

Love can be simply stated to be the desire of the human being to integrate oneself with other selves in such a way that one starts feeling the pain and pleasure of another person as if of one’s own. Hatred can be defined as just the opposite – to derive pleasure in the pain of others, while feeling unhappy seeing others happy

I have, he went on, betrayed myself with
belief, deluded myself with love
tricked myself with sex.

the bottle is damned faithful, he said,
the bottle will not lie

i never tasted the sweetness of your love. all i know is the bitterness of your hate...