“How I hate everything!”

“How had this happened? Everyone in the world knew more than us, about everything, and this I hated then found hugely comforting.”

“Piers is always going on about how he hated Stowe. As if that solves everything, as if to hate something means it can't have affected you. ”

“Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. For example now, I hate the bank and everything connected with it. I also hate Dutch paintings, penis-sucking, parties, and cold rainy weather. But I am much more preoccupied with loving.”

“I hate patience. Slows everything down.”

“I didn't understand how someone could be both God and the devil. How the same person could destroy you and save you. When everything I was, good and bad, was knotted with threads of his making, how was I supposed to know whether to love or hate him?”