I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous - everyone hasn't met me yet.

What does the philosopher say? Odi ergo sum. I hate therefore I am.

Be it sin or no, I hate the man!

"Frankly," said the Doctor, "I am at a loss to understand my own emotions. I can think of no entertainment that fills me with greater detestation than a display of competitive athletics, none - except possibly folk dancing."

Somewhere in the world is...The world's worst doctor and he could be yours.

Now I shall speak of evil as none has
Spoken before. I loathe such things as jazz;
The white-hosed moron torturing a black
Bull, rayed with red; abstractist bric-a-brac;
Primitivist folk-masks; progressive schools;
Music in supermarkets; swimming pools;
Brutes, bores, class-conscious Philistines, Freud, Marx, Fake thinkers, puffed-up poets, frauds, and sharks.

I hate you' she said to me one afternoon. 'I really, really hate you.' Call me sensitive, but I couldn't help but take it personally.

I left that church with rich and royal hatred of the priest as a person, and a loathing for the church as an institution, and I vowed that I would never go inside a church again.

[Eugene V. Debs, describing his teenage reaction to a hellfire lecture by a priest]

I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives.

"Cruising along once again in this cesspool known as life, I realize that it is too late to make a detour. I will have to pass the anti-abortion pickets (50) outside of Planned Parenthood. Nothing gets on my nerves more than these pro-lifers. Not even astrology enthusiasts (51), Herman Hesse (52) or computer games (53). Look at these fools parading up and down! "Mind your own business," I yell. When one of these busybodies (a man, yet) approaches my car with literature, I lose control and scream, "I wish I was a girl so I could get an abortion!" Trembling with rage, I realize I'd better calm down before I get beat up, but can't resist one last taunt — "I hate the pope" (54), I yell to no one in particular."

I don't like people. They fuck me up.

And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain,
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

Fuck the Pope

But the girl hates me, and she should.