Writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. There are things I wish I could forget.

May my haters live very long to see my continued success and make their lives miserable.

A childhood hatred, like a childhood love, can last a lifetime.

They may have forgotten how badly they treated you, or they may pretend that they have forgotten. But watch: They will come back to you.

Resentment caused by a brash order may last a long time — even if the order was given to correct an obviously bad situation.

I’m going to be mad at you for the rest of my life.

You deserve a longer letter than this; but it is my unhappy fate seldom to treat people so well as they deserve.

It comes to this then: there always have been people like me and always will be, and generally they have been persecuted.

As long as you hate, there will be people to hate.

I probably felt more resentment for what I personally was to suffer than for the wrong they were doing to anyone and everyone. But at that time I was determined not to put up with badly behaved people more out of my own interest than because I wanted them to become good people.

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

You must have been traumatized beyond fucking belief

It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that is purloined.

Resistance to unwanted circumstances has the power to keep those circumstances alive and well for a very long time.