“I loathe my childhood and all that remains of it.Jean-Paul Sartre, Words”
“As an intense, nicotine-stained, Jean-Paul Sartre sort of man, wasn't it simple logic to expect that he'd be limited to intense, nicotine-stained Jean-Paul Sartre sorts of Women?”
“Closure. I loathe that word.”
“I disagree.” She squeezed lovingly. “Your dad has always supported you. All of this negativity, this pent-up aggression and self-loathing—”“I hardly loathe myself. Have you seen my ass?”
“Paul is waiting... I told you Fuck Paul. You're my Beatrice. You belong to me ”
“I naturally loathe nearly all hymns”