“You and I are not allowed to tell Him how much He can hate it (sin).”
“I can't tell you how much I hated him. Not the soap but his sermons and him acting like he was out for the good of everyone....-Mississippi Trial 1955”
“Between pants, I continued spewing how much I hated him. Around my lips, he kept telling me I didn't.”
“...I thought how I hate any kind of mob - I hate mobs of sports fans, mobs of environmental demonstrators, I even hate mobs of super-models, that's how much I hate mobs. I tell you, mankind is bearable only when you get him on his own.”
“To allow a human being to drown because you are busy telling God how much you care about Him and His world is the ultimate hypocrisy.”
“I hate hiding how much the stupid things he did hurt me, but I hated the idea of him finding out even more.”