It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater lustre to our colours, a richer resonance to our words.
Anne RiceYou sense my loneliness, (...) my bitterness at being shut out of life. My bitterness that I'm evil, that I don't deserve to be loved and yet I need love hungrily. My horror that I can never reveal myself to mortals. But these things don't stop me, Mother. I'm too strong for them to stop me. As you said yourself once, I am very good at being what I am. These things merely now and then make me suffer, that's all
Anne RicePhil was mumbling that Reuben might become a writer after all and writers had a way of "redeeming everything that ever happens to them.
Anne Rice