Yours was an unnatural birth; you came from a human being.
You have nothing to fear from my base instincts; its my finer ones that tell me to kill you.
It’s your life — but I wish you’d let us have it.
Hey, act your age — senile!
I’ve had many cases of love that were just infatuation, but this hate I feel for you is the real thing.
You’re the best at all you do — and all you do is make people hate you.
In the dictionary under the word, “stupid,” it says, “see him.”
We know you could not live without us. We’ll pay for the funeral.
We do not complain about your shortcomings, but about your long sayings.
Don’t you realize that there are enough people to hate in the world already without your working so hard to give us another?
The thing that terrifies me the most is that someone might hate me as much as I loathe you.
When you get run over by a car, it shouldn’t be listed under accidents.
