I have three kinds of friends: those who love me, those who pay no attention to me, and those who detest me.
I have three kinds of friends: those who love me, those who pay no attention to me, and those who detest me.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.
I really detest movies like Indecent Proposal and Pretty Woman because they send a message to women that sleeping with a rich man is the ultimate goal and really that's such a small part of it.
I detest racialism, because I regard it as a barbaric thing, whether it comes from a black man or a white man.
I detest life-insurance agents: they always argue that I shall some day die, which is not so.
Nothing induces me to read a novel except when I have to make money by writing about it. I detest them.
I never lecture, not because I am shy or a bad speaker, but simply because I detest the sort of people who go to lectures and don't want to meet them.
Americans detest all lies except lies spoken in public or printed lies.
I most often land up taking up the roles that I most detest.
Principally I hate and detest that animal called man; although I heartily love John, Peter, Thomas, and so forth.
I was glad to hear of that determination as I detest the practice of cousins marrying or any marriage between persons in which there can be traced the most distant relationship. I go for the improvement instead of the deterioration of our race.
It has always seemed strange to me... the things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second.
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Resistance is feasible even for those who are not heroes by nature, and it is an obligation, I believe, for those who fear the consequences and detest the reality of the attempt to impose American hegemony.
I detest heavy perfume and shrill voices.
I am reconciled to my death, but I detest the mode.
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