" All at once, my bitterness... is dying. Dwindling. The flame of anger that's burned since the night I first found out about her unfaithfulness... is starving. And here in the chasm that is my chest, I see my fingers creeping toward a flame, a fire that I've fueled for far too long. I feel the heat, threatening to blister my skin. To sear me. But I can't help but move my hand toward the light as I feel Mom's hot tears on my neck.
And that's when I decide to snuff it out. Welcome the tendril of smoke coiling up from the wick as the funeral pyre of my hate. "

― Christopher Hopper , The Sky Riders (an Inventors World Novel)