So when you find
yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for
the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable,
remember there’s always madness. Madness is the emergency
I don't understand hate. I've seen its power. I know
its wrath. I've even felt it coursing through my veins,
pushing me on. But I don't know where it comes from or why it
lasts, how it can take hold in some people and grow.