How would it be.. if all my hate disappeared like my youth, if after all this time his very hatred of me turned out to be something gentle, some kind of love.

You have to love yourself or you'll never be able to accept compliments from anyone.

Suddenly I heard Virginia’s voice calling to me from the sitting room window: “Hitler is making a speech.” I shouted back, “I shan’t come. I’m planting iris and they will be flowering long after he is dead.

Nothing can be love or hated unless it is first known.

We hated each other so well and loved each other so badly...

In order to get people to love you, you've got to get some people to hate you