Hitler and Mussolini were only the primary spokesmen for the attitude of domination and craving for power that are in the heart of almost everyone. Until the source is cleared, there will always be confusion and hate, wars and class antagonisms.
I have a feeling that books are a lot like people - they change as you age, so that some books that you hated in high school will strike you with the force of a revelation when you're older.
My favorite snack is vagina. The only thing I hate is unwrapping all that saran wrap.
You know I hate to chase. I'm only here to talk, but if you run, I'll have to chase and we both know where that usually ends up.
This is what you know about someone you have to hate: he charges you with his crime and castigates himself in you.
And that's what makes you angry. What makes you hate. You don't want to believe that sometimes bad things happen just because they do.
No," I said simply. "I hate no one. I want only to be left in peace to understand the mysteries of the universe in my own way.
And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.
You know, I'm really starting to hate the insect life around here. Next time, remind me to bring a can of Off!
I hate those Socratic dialogues where everything gets drawn out at the pace of an excessively logical snail.
She's qualified all right. She understands robots like a sister—comes from hating human beings so much, I think.
Rose, nothing in this world could make me hate you." "Not even trying to bring my ex-boyfriend back from the dead?
What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits.
There have been times I have thought some dreams should never be dreamt, but I would hate a world where that was true.
I’ve always hated the “Who are you?" question. This is a philosophical inquiry. Answering that question is why we’re on earth. You can’t answer it in thirty seconds or in an elevator.
Personal Assault and Battery breeds with no contraception a hateful vengeance for others; A sexual nature that is methodically breeding one's intolerance of Self
When you think of somebody all the time it means one of two things - either you hate their guts or you like them a lot.
They came to study the dreadful vulgarity of this imaginary Mass Man they pretend to hate. But they're fascinated with the snake-pit.
There are few things I hate more than feeling weak. Needing help or failing top the list. The worst, however, is knowing that all three just happened.
I'm supposed to hate you for what you did, I think. But her eyes linger on me in a way that refuses to let me.
Hate does that. Burns off everything but itself, so whatever your grievance is, your face looks just like your enemy's.
