“In my orchestra, I hate slackness, idle talk and lost time. I always hated this and still hate it. But I can achieve much more when I am quiet and not shouting.”

“I hate the ugly, hate the old,
I hate the lame and weak,
But more than all I hate the dead
That lie so still in their earthen bed
And never dare to rise.”

“Still, I hate them. But, of course, I hate almost everybody now. Myself more than anyone.”

“I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.”

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

“Goddamn it,” Jace shouted over the noise. “I hate it when Simon is right.”

“I hate God and I hate life. And the closer I come to death, the more I hate life.”

“I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.”

“I was still searching for someone to blame for my suffering. I really wanted someone to transfer my hate to, so that I could stop hating myself.”

“Just as the Brahmins are shouting Hinduise India, we should shout Dalitise India. Shout that we hate Hinduism, we hate Brahmanism. Capture the Hindu temples by expelling the Brahmins from them. … The hated must hate. They must become powerful and organised. I want to create anger.”