At the end of the day, I have to wash my face. I hate going to bed after a long day not washing my face. It's something I've grown into. When I was younger, I didn't care.

I hate a man who always says 'yes' to me. When I say 'no' I like a man who also says 'no.'

I hate planes.

I hate Disneyland. It primes our kids for Las Vegas.

The world's a mean place. It's unfair, then it's fair. It's hateful, then it's loving. It's a very peculiar place on philosophical and metaphysical and religious levels.

Shiloh isn’t haunted – men are haunted. Shiloh doesn’t care.

Every hateful statement ever made about me is a dirty lie.

Some of us were born to hate and some of us were born to be great.

People hate it when you're better than them. They ain't hating, start worrying then.

We are the benefactors of too much sacrifice and blood, sweat and tears to allow petty differences and trivial discrepancies to continue to separate and divide US, while we are being used, exploited and conquered.

We shall fight against them, throw them in prisons and destroy them.

I hate newspapermen. They come into camp and pick up their camp rumors and print them as facts. I regard them as spies, which, in truth, they are.

There's many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory but it is all hell.

It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell.

Cat hate reflects an ugly, stupid, loutish, bigoted spirit. There can be no compromise with this Ugly Spirit.

How I hate those who are dedicated to producing conformity.

I don't care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it.

One of the great conditions of anger and hatred is, that you must tell and believe lies against the hated object, in order, as we said, to be consistent.

People hate as they love, unreasonably.

Revenge may be wicked, but it’s natural.

You don't even care enough about us to hate us, do you?

Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.

I hate when someone drives my car and resets all the radio presets. I don't understand it. If I was ever driving someone's car, I would never touch the things that were set.

It is impossible to prefigure the salvation of the world in the same language by which the world has been dismembered and defaced.