Hate is a thing, a feeling, that can only exist where there is no understanding.

I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.

When you really know somebody you can’t hate them. Or maybe it’s just that you can’t really know them until you stop hating them.

All good art is an indiscretion.

I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.