Life is full of grief, to exactly the degree we allow ourselves to love other people.
In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. And then, in that very moment when I love them…. I destroy them.
I’ll have that someday, thought Peter. Someone who’ll kiss me good-bye at the door. Or maybe just someone to put a blindfold over my head before they shoot me. Depending on how things turn out.
This emotion I’m feeling now, this is love, right?I don’t know. Is it a longing? Is it a giddy stupid happiness just because you’re with me?Yes, she said.That’s influenza, said Miro. Watch for nausea or diarrhea within a few hours.
You’re a monster.Thanks. Does this mean I get a raise?No, just a medal. The budget isn’t inexhaustable.
It was not right, thought Han Fei-tzu, for his wife to die before him: her ancestor-of-the-heart had outlived her husband. Besides, wives should live longer than husbands. Women were more complete inside themselves. They were also better at living in their children. They were never as solitary as a man alone.