Incompetence annoys me. Overconfidence terrifies me.

My hatred of privilege and human authority was unbounded; perhaps at times I have been guilty, in my indignation, of confounding persons and things; at present I can only despise and complain; to cease to hate I only needed to know.

I despise people who can't control themselves.

To hate excellence is to hate the gods.

I resented the idea of being talented. I couldn’t respect it — in my experience, no one else did. Being called talented at school had only made me a target for resentment. I wanted to work. Work, I could honor.

I HATE EVERYTHING WHICH IS NOT IN MYSELF

I hate the uneducated and the ignorant. I hate the pompous and the phoney. I hate the jealous and the resentful. I hate the crabbed and mean and the petty. I hate all ordinary dull little people who aren't ashamed of being dull and little.

<i>What is it you most dislike?</i> Stupidity, especially in its nastiest forms of racism and superstition.

The things you hate about others are the things you cannot see in yourself.

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

have I not the reason to hate and to despise myself? Indeed I do; and chiefly for not having hated and despised the world enough.

I love humanity but I hate people.

One moment of incompetence can be fatal.

Take inventory for a second. What do you dislike? Whose name fills you with revulsion and rage? Now ask: Have these strong feelings really helped you accomplish anything? Take an even wider inventory. Where has hatred and rage ever really gotten anyone? Especially because almost universally, the traits or behaviors that have pissed us off in other people — their dishonesty, their selfishness, their laziness — are hardly going to work out well for them in the end. Their ego and shortsightedness contains its own punishment. The question we must ask for ourselves is: Are we going to be miserable just because other people are?