'There is no greater love than the love the wolf feels for the lamb-it-doesn’t-eat.'
'What ties this wolf to this lamb, she figures, is the fact that it hasn’t eaten it.
Painful mystery of the gift that returns through reflection:
what the wolf loves in the lamb is its own goodness. It is thanks to the lamb that the wolf accedes to the plane of love—
the love that gives of itself without hope, without calculation, without response, but that nevertheless gives of itself,
seeing itself give of itself.'
—Hélène Cixous, Stigmata/L'Amour du Loup