Do you hate people?”

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

You don't understand. You've never hated anybody.

No, I never have. We're allotted just so much time on earth, and I wouldn't want the Lord to see me wasting mine in any such manner.

I never hold a grudge. As soon as I get even with the son-of-a bitch, I forget it.

I don't hate you 'cause I'm crazy... I'm crazy 'cause I hate you.

All gone. All anger quelled, all desire drained, all thirst slaked, all madness past.

I'm done now, then. I've already kicked one prince in the mouth, I don't mean to keep another waiting.

I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.

If you have been, I'm glad you've stopped.

No longer will I judge a man on one meeting; no longer will I fail to call again tomorrow on he who meets me with hate today.

I don't hate too many guys. What I may do, I may hate them for a little while, like this guy Stradlater I knew at Pencey, and this other boy, Robert Ackley. I hate them once in a while — I admit it — but it doesn't last too long, is what I mean. After a while, if I didn't see them, if they didn't come in the room, or if I didn't see them in the dining room for a couple of meals, I sort of missed them. I mean I sort of missed them.

Patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone.

The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.

I'm nobody's daughter now. I'm through with that.

So now I have sworn to bury
All this dead body of hate
I feel so free and so clear
By the loss of that dead weight