“I hate Ernie," I reply, still searching. "Actually, I take that back. Hatred requires passion. Ernie isn't worth an ounce of my passion.”
“Ernie's past friendship. Your debt is to the living.”
“I have shouted to God and the Virgin, but they have not shouted back and I'm not interested in the still small voice. Surely a god can meet passion with passion?”
“I hate you!''That's good. Hate is a passionate emotion.”
“I don't want to express alienation. It isn't what I feel. I'm interested in various kinds of passionate engagement. All my work says be serious, be passionate, wake up.”
“Their hatred is so passionate that I can't help but wonder if they're attracted to each other.”