Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.
Hate to disappoint, but no feathers. I came to Earth stripped naked.
Hate eats the hater, she quoted from a familiar text of the Telling.
Hate is too mild of a word. But it's nothing personal, I don't think.
Hate isn't the most dangerous thing, he'd said. Indifference is.
Hate could do that, too - live off nothing but itself - but not forever.
Hate is unnatural. Love is a state of health; hate is a state of illness.