The Tale of the Body Thief (The Vampire Chronicles, #4)

by Anne Rice

He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels.

So we reach into the raging chaos, and we pluck some small glittering thing, and we cling to it, and tell ourselves it has meaning, and that the world is good, and we are not evil, and we will all go home in the end.

Revenge is the concern of those who are at some point or other beaten. I am not beaten, I told myself. No, not beaten. And victory is far more interesting to contemplate than revenge.

Sometimes hate and love serve exactly the same purpose.