I am not mad because I'm a woman... I'm mad because you're an asshole.

I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.

I thought as much. Miss Murray, though I am a beast, do not think that I am stupid. I know that I am hideous and hateful. I am not loved, nor ever hope to be. Nor am I fool enough to think that what I feel for you is love.
But in this world, alone, I do not hate you. And alone in this world, you do not hate me.

You hate me; but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself.

Don't tell me I don't know how to hate,' I wanted to say. Then I stopped and asked myself, 'Do you really want that to be your message? Think you can out-hate me, asshole? I was fucking hating people before you were even born!

Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.

Do you hate people?”

“I don't hate them...I just feel better when they're not around.

I have you for being normal, I hate you for it. You’re a normal human being. What right have you to that?

You can bloody hate someone and still wish they gave a shit about you and hate yourself for wishing it.

Sometimes you just don't like somebody

I'm all done with hating you. It's all washed out of me. I hate people hard, but I don't hate them very long.

You're right.I am crazy. But you know what else? I don't give a fuck.

"I hate you."
I love you."
You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have."
I'm trying not to be.