“I hate guns," replied the Doctor. "Which isn't to say that a bit of fantasy violence can't be therapeutic.”
“I hate and fear violence myself, have always avoided barroom brawls, and tho' I'm a bit of a gun-nut, and a member of the NRA, I never shoot at anything but beer cans and mule deer. (In season.) And seldom hit either, except by accident.”
“I said that without love, there could also be no hate: without hate, no violence. Hate isn't the most dangerous thing, he'd said. Indifference is.”
“I can't hate for long. It isn't worth it.”
“Honey, a man can't keep his gun in a cookie jar. It just isn't done.”
“I hate Ernie," I reply, still searching. "Actually, I take that back. Hatred requires passion. Ernie isn't worth an ounce of my passion.”