To lick our wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving back -- in many ways, it is a feast for a king. The chief drawback is that what you are wolfing down is yourself. The skeleton at the end of the feat is you.
(Source: Frederick Buechner Wishful Thinking: A Theological ABC (New York: Harper and Row, 1973), 29.)