QUOTE : Maybe because I knew Haze and Kate so well by then the passage leapt out at me, clear and sharp as diamond.<br /><br /><i>“My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath…He’s always,<br />always in my mind: not as a pleasure any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”</i><br /><br />A love that was terrifying in its depth, but all the more enticing because of that. I thought I understood. Love could be just as destructive as hate if it became poisoned or twisted.