Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. For example now, I hate the bank and everything connected with it. I also hate Dutch paintings, penis-sucking, parties, and cold rainy weather. But I am much more preoccupied with loving.
----Ana?s Nin, Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Ana?s Nin
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