The hatred I feel for him, for the phantom girl, for everything, is so real and immediate it chokes me. Gale is… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I write, she wrote, that memory is fragile and the space of a single life is brief, passing so quickly that we… — Isabel Allende Copy Share Image
To the end, I will remain a child of Europe, of worry and of shame. I have no message of hope to… — Michel Houellebecq Copy Share Image
The savage hatred I feel for crowds is getting worse, natural enemies that they are of imagination and of thought. — Isabelle Eberhardt Copy Share Image
“Does the hatred you feel ever disappear? Or is it something that never goes away... No matter how many times you try… — Naoki Urasawa Copy Share Image
“Do not make me into that man of hatred for whom I feel only hatred.” — Aimé Césaire Copy Share Image
