When someone you loved finds no flattery in the gift you gave them then you must ask yourself, “What was worth loving?

See, I was never a guy who had a whole heap of friends to belong to. Besides Greg Fienni, I never really had friends. I kind of stayed on my own. I hated it, but...

I was taught by professors who had done their schooling in the 1930s. Most of them were scornful of, even hated, big business.

I thought I was taking pictures of things that I hated. But there was something about these pictures. They were unexpectedly, disconcertingly glorious.

I hated my work. It never seemed to me to be what I should be doing.

Some of the things I hated my parents for when I was younger are the same things I love my parents for now that I’m older.

There wasn’t a lot of discipline in my life, and I hated it being imposed on me at school.

Logic has made me hated in the world.

In baseball, I was a pitcher, which I hated because there was no action there.

I could tell my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.

I hated high school. It was a prison.

Sometimes your light shines so bright that it blinds people from seeing who you really are.

I was a horrible student. I really hated school.

I quit politics because I hated it.

I’m not a big fan of any video, especially my own. In a word, I hated the Hall & Oates videos.

When a person is punished for their honesty they begin to learn to lie.

I got all A’s and was hated for it; I spoke correctly and was called a punk.