I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.
Jean-Paul SartreLove or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to loveโor to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories.
Jean-Paul Sartre