Hate has no great literature

Mar 8, 2011 | Hip tunage, Things I wish I'd written

I stood in the harsh electric light of that new tunnel, in Bombay’s Arthur Road Prison, and I wanted to laugh. Hey guys, I wanted to say, can’t you be a little more original? But I couldn’t speak. Fear dries a man’s mouth, and hate strangles him. That’s why hate has no great literature: real fear and real hate have no words.

Shantaram, page 414.

I spent half an hour thinking about this, and I’ll tell you what…the bastard might be right.