„Son, you’re probably too young to look for wisdom in anyone’s words but your own, but I’ll tell you this: love is the enemy… Yes. The poets continually and sometimes willfully mistake love. Love is the old slaughterer. Love is not blind. Love is a cannibal with extremely acute vision. Love is insectile; it is always hungry.When asked what love eats:Friendship. It eats friendship.“

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