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As many times as [HIV] changes its clothes, it’s still wearing the same socks, and now our job is to make sure we get the body to really hate those socks.

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He’s comming to meet me on Sun. Cant wait!!… Please God let him love me!!… This could be it [followed by five happy faces]…. Hes going to publish my pictures Im so glad I didn’t sleep with him either!… I hate for men to want sex all the time. I hate sex anyway. (1992, diary entry as she prepares for a meeting with Paul Marciano, head of Guess.)

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Man loves everything that satisfies his comfort. He hates everything that wants to draw him out of his acquired and secured position and that disturbs him. Thus he loves the house and hates art.

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He who abstains from anything animate … will be much more careful not to injure those of his own species. For he who loves the genus will not hate any species of animals.

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My dad hates umbrellas, said Deeba, swinging her own. When it rains he always says the same thing. ‘I do not believe the presence of moisture in the air is sufficient reason to overturn society’s usual sensible taboo against wielding spiked clubs at eye level.

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Someone came in all Starfleet badges today. Not on my shift, sadly.’ ‘Fascist,’ Leon had said. ‘Why are you so prejudiced against nerds?’ ‘Please,’ Billy said. ‘That would be a bit self-hating, wouldn’t it?’ ‘Yeah, but you pass. You’re like, you’re in deep cover,’ Leon said. ‘You can sneak out of the nerd ghetto and hide the badge and bring back food and clothes and word of the outside world.

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I hate remakes of TV shows – I didn’t like the new Charlie’s Angels at all – and I just don’t see the point of going back and doing the same thing over again. Baywatch was fun and successful, probably because we didn’t know what the heck we were doing.

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I started running, and I hated it. Of course, everyone hates running for the first mile. If you’re running two miles or twenty miles, it always hurts. Now I live it. I look forward to it. It’s really good. It clears my head.

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I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die. I want to eat like a normal person eats, but I need to see my bones or I will hate myself even more and I might cut my heart out or take every pill that was ever made.

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I hate that rule that says write about what you know, it leads to too many British novels about marriages going slightly wrong. Write about what you don’t know, just act as though you do.

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Does my character hate Bree? Well, let’s just put it this way. Bree hasn’t seen the last of me. I gave that drunk gal a ride home a few episodes ago and she turned on me!

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But you should know the love can wear away under the stress of being married. Someone you think you love now, you might start to hate when he couldn’t take care of your children, it’d be even worse. Love doesn’t always survive under those circumstances.