She sipped her drink. “People don’t have any mercy. They tear you limb from limb, in the name of love. Then, when you’re dead, when they’ve killed you by what they made you go through, they say you didn’t have any character. They weep big, bitter tears— not for you. For themselves, because they’ve lost their toy.”
“That’s a terribly grim view,” he said, “of love.”
“I know what I’m talking about. That’s what most people mean, when they say love.” She picked up a cigarette and waited for him to light it.
James Baldwin, Another Country
The Void 