People love to hate. I have a love-hate relationship with the world. The world loves to hate me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I think it's cool people love to hate me.
All my life, I have never found a person who really loved this world. Every person hates the world, how he is.
I hate hateful people.
I don't hate nobody. I hate certain conditions that are inflicted upon the people - and they're helpless with it.
I don't hate anyone. I dislike. But my dislike is the equivalent of anyone else's hate.
Those whom we can love, we can hate; to others we are indifferent.
There's a lot of hate in the world.
Hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. This is another thing about the world which is upsidedown: all the friendly and likable people seem dead to me; only the haters seem alive.
As long as you hate, there will be people to hate.
I don't have any reason to hate anybody; I believe in good karma and spreading good energy.