“I like to think I'm helping them by hating them. I'm reminding them that they aren't God's gift to humankind.”

“I think they know we're talking about them," I say."So? They already know I hate them.""They do? How?"Christina fakes a smile at them and waves. I look down, my cheeks warm. I shouldn't be gossiping anyway. Gossiping is self-indulgent.Will hooks a foot around one of Al's legs and yanks back,knocking Al to the ground. Al scrambles to his feet."Because I've told them," she says, through the gritted teeth of her smile. Her teeth are straight on top and crooked on the bottom.She looks at me. "We try to be pretty honest about our feelings in Candor. Plenty of people have told me that they don't like me.And plenty of people haven't. Who cares?""We just...weren't supposed to hurt people," I say."I like to think I'm helping them by hating them," she says. "I'm reminding them that they aren't God's gift to humankind.”

“i like to think that im helping them by hating them”

“If you know someone who has lost a child, and you're afraid to mentionthem because you think you might make them sad by reminding them thatthey died--you're not reminding them. They didn't forget they died. Whatyou're reminding them of is that you remembered that they lived, and...that is a great gift.”

“They seem nice, though, your sisters, really,' Porcelain remarked.'Ha!' I said. 'Shows what little you know! I hate them!''Hate them? I should have thought you'd love them.''Of course I love them,' I said.... 'That's why I'm so good at hating them.”

“Possibilities are like cancer. The more I think about them, the more they multiply, and there's no way to stop them. I'm out of control. ”