"Their faces, as different as honey and soot, looked identical. Hate does that. Burns off everything but itself, so whatever your grievance is, your face looks just like your enemy's. Like friendship, hatred needed more than physical intimacy; it wanted creativity and hard work to sustain itself."
~ Toni Morrison, from Love
See also: "Toni Morrison, The Art of Fiction No. 134," Paris Review, Fall 1993