“Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?”
“We are ever brutal to those who love and serve us in silence, but the time may come when, for our cruelty, we shall be deserted by these best friends of ours.”
“We all love best not those who offend us least, nor those who have done most for us, but those who make it most easy for us to forgive them.”
“the pollution of American space...brutalizes the senses, making gray neurotics of most of us, and perverse spiritual athletes and strident self-transcenders of the best of us.”
“Sometimes we hurt those that we love the most”
“What makes us want to know the worst? Is it that we tire of preferring to know the best? Does curiosity always hurdle self-interest? Or is it, more simply, that wanting to know the worst is love's favorite perversion.”