Strange that people are happy to adopt epithets they would fight to the death to throw off had they been imposed.

[T]here can be a form of vanity in grief that is indulged rather than suffered.

I have seen people who find that grief gives them something they never had before, and no matter how terrible and real their loss they choose to hug that awfulness to them rather than push it away.

[B]ecause of all his previous attempts to integrate with the rest of society and what he had learned about himself through them - he wanted to be who he was, not the person he would become if he lost the one trait that distinguished him from everybody else, no matter how perverse that decision seemed to others.

But it doesn't make sense for you to love me...

Mine, is a wicked world of pure fascinastion.