I only feel sorry for weak people. And mostly what I've come to find is that the weak people are the ones that are the haters.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I hate hateful people.
Having haters is just a part of the business, and the more haters you have, the more people like you - that's how I view it, because I try to see the positive in things.
Do you hate poor people or do you just hate poor people with jobs?
A hatred of failure has always been part of my nature.
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.
Sadness is weak; I don't believe in weakness.
If there's something I hate the most, it's feeling helpless, powerless.
I don't hate nobody. I hate certain conditions that are inflicted upon the people - and they're helpless with it.
These haters are too less in number when compared to the millions who support me. I look at all those beautiful people who always stand by me. I respect them, and they equally respect me.
I don't listen to weakies.