“What woman could I hate enough to marry her to the Dragon Reborn?”

“I'm not going to get married again, I think I'll just find a woman that hates me, then buy her a house.”

“He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.”

“I have always been convinced that if a woman once made up her mind to marry a man nothing but instant flight could save him.”

“No woman marries for money: they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him.”

“No woman ever hates a man
for being in love with her;
but mainly a woman hates a
man for being her friend.”

““And you’ve never married.”
“I don’t know any women well enough to hate ’em that much.””

“I like a woman with a head on her shoulders. I hate necks.”

“I don’t hate her personally, though if she were enough of a person to be worth such a strong emotion I think I easily could. What I hate is what she represents: the willingness of human beings to be reduced to a slick visual package, like a new television set—up-to-the-minute casing, same old works.”

“I really don't advise a woman who wants to have things her own way to get married”