I almost didn't come back [for my senior year]. But I realized I don't hate the game of softball.

One thing I did was stop thinking so much. I'm just going out there and swinging the bat.

I got my heart broken, in softball terms. It just got to the point where it wasn't fun anymore. I really struggled with playing time the past three years.

Well, I'm not good with sliminess. I hate the thought of creatures that have slime on them or creatures that leave a slimy trail. At home, the sight of a slug can bring up my breakfast.

I can't watch other people doing comedy. As soon as somebody starts being funny I have to turn off because it upsets me. I get comedy indigestion. I just hate anybody else being funny. That's my job.

I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone... they will be forced to deal with pain.