“Why do you seem so annoyed at what I'm saying?""Because we're too much like each other. I loathe your face, which is a caricature of mine, I loathe your voice, which is a mockery of mine, I loathe your pathetic syntax, which is my own.”
“I suppose I am a snob. I loathe towns. I loathe townspeople. They have small minds and giant backsides. Which is to say, what they lack in interiors they make up in posteriors.”
“I loathe your ideals because I know no worse injustice than the giving of the undeserved.”
“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?”
“One half of me is yours, the other half is yours,Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,And so all yours.”
“Be led by your talent, not by your self-loathing; those other things you just have to manage.”