Twinkle twinkle little star, I want to hit you with a car. Throw you off a bridge so high,Hope you break your neck and die.

Prejudice is a disease. And when they come for you, or refuse your worth, I will be ready for their stones. I belong to you.

Soon all of you immortalsWill be as dead as we are! Come on then, what are you waiting for?Have you run out of thunderbolts?

If you throw stones on my way to stumble and I fall, you try to put extra care when passing my way, lest you stumble and fall.

Telling the truth has always come naturally to me. And I realize, that people like me are the reason the world hates the truth.

We seek salvation through religion. But more often than not, religion fills our head with hatred and empties our heart of love.

I warn you all, hatred is finding fertile soil within me. And in your compassion, in your every good intention, you nurture it.

Sekarang saya tahu satu hal, ketika kita berpikir tentang Semangat yang mudah menular, begitu juga yang terjadi pada Kebencian.

To the ordinary, opposite, means hatred. Every person sees themselves as love. To the extraordinary, opposite means opportunity.

Cruel people offer pity when they no longer feel threatened. However, kind people offer compassion and understanding regardless.

My dislike has no consequences. It accrues only in my mind—like preserves on a shelf or guns zeroing in, and never firing.

Generally, a woman would rather be married to any man that she doesn’t hate, than remain unmarried to a man that she loves.

How much man likes or hates a person or a thing is dependent on how much he knows or does not know about the person or the thing.

People that have trust issues only need to look in the mirror. There they will meet the one person that will betray them the most.

All that hatred down there," he said, "all that hatred and misery and love. It's a wonder it doesn't blow the avenue apart.