‘Love…
- Have you ever been in love?
- You might say that.
- It’s horrible, isn’t it?
- In what way?
- It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life… You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like ‘maybe we should be friends’ or ‘how very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.
- How picturesque
- It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real-gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially love. I hate love.’

(extraído de um comic book do Sandman... não é demais? me apareceu assim, sem mais nem menos, um dia desses... e me impressionou de novo, como um soco no estômago...)