“…hate's got to be a disease with me.”

“I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me…”

“Plum puffs can't minister to a mind diseased or a world that's crumbling to pieces”

“Why should one hate you when you were so small? Could you be worth hating?”

“I know I haven't much sense or sobriety, but I've got what is ever so much better — the knack of making people like me.”

“We always hate people who surprise our secrets…”

“I believe I've put forth a tiny soul-root into Kingsport soil this afternoon. I hope so. I hate to feel transplanted.”