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"Have you ever been in love?
Horrible, isn't it?
It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest
and it opens your heart and it means someone can
get inside you and mess you up. You build up 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 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 just be friends" or "How perceptive" turns
into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.

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 not love.

I hate love."

And on the other hand:

"Nah. He enjoys it. I mean, hell, it's a
pose. Y'know? He spends a coupla
months hanging out with a new broad.
Then one day the magic's worn off,
and he goes back to work, and she
takes a hike. Phhht. Now, guys like
me, ordinary Joes, we just shrug our
shoulders, say, hey, that's life, flick it if
you can't take a joke. Not him. Oh no.
He's gotta be the tragic figure standing
out in the rain, mourning the loss of
his beloved. So down comes the rain,
right on cue. In the meantime everybody
gets dreams fulla existential angst
and wakes up feeling like hell.
And we all get wet."