“Why should I not hate mine enemies―if I "love" them does that not place me at their mercy?”
“I don't see why I should bow my head when I could hold it high, or place it in the hands of my enemies when I can defeat them.”
“They seem nice, though, your sisters, really,' Porcelain remarked.'Ha!' I said. 'Shows what little you know! I hate them!''Hate them? I should have thought you'd love them.''Of course I love them,' I said.... 'That's why I'm so good at hating them.”
“At this hourLie at my mercy all mine enemies.”
“If you are not with me, you are against me. I have no mercy for my enemies.”
“Why does the world hate me?” They both laughed, but it wasn’t funny. SERIOUSLY. Why does the world hate me?”