Hate is... It's too easy. Love. Love takes courage.

It always struck me in years after how bizarre it was, how two people could look at one another with such tenderness and complete love, and how quickly that could dissolve into nothing but bitterness.

I hate editing. I love to write, but I hate to reread my stuff. To revise.

Your dying every minute, every second, so die in the arms of someone who deserves you, time is ticking.

I am tired of losing. I hate losing, and I am not going to take it anymore. I know the organization feels the same way, the city feels the same way.

I've never been good at emotional stuff. Except anger. Anger, I'm good at.