You can’t wear it out. It’ll never die. It watches you while you sleep. It confronts you around every corner. It chases you down like a running dog.

Hatred is the air I breathe. It permeates every cell in my body.

They’re not posing as being Jesus Christ all the time.

My hatred is a thousand times more powerful than all your good intentions.

My hatred is diamond-hard.

I have assault records in three states.