“There was never a lack of reasons to hate myself, to hate my body.”

“[Harriet] hated math. She hated math with every bone in her body. She spent so much time hating it that she never had time to do it.”

“Hate is a lack of imagination.”

“I had anger but never hate. Before the war, I was too busy studying to hate. After the war, I thought, What's the use? To hate would be to reduce myself.”

“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.”

“I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.”

“This means nothing,” she said.
“Less than nothing,” he lied.
“I’ll hate myself later.”
“I hate myself now.”

“Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I hate myself, but always I miss you”

“The reason that people maintain their hate for years upon years, instead of resolving it, is that if the hate is gone, all they are left with is the pain that their hate covered up.”

“I hate everything which is not in myself.”