Feist Quotes

To make oneself hated is more difficult than to make oneself loved.

Most of me was glad when my mother died. She was a handful, but not in a cute, festive way. More in a life-threatening way, that had caused me a long time ago to give up all hope of ever feeling good about having had her as a mother.

It belongs to human nature to hate those you have injured.

Although Salinger had long since cut me out of his life completely and made it plain that he had nothing but contempt for me, the thought of becoming the object of his wrath was more than I felt ready to take on.

Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?

Every couple needs glue to stay together. Like all marriages, I suspect, if you're busy you don't see it coming until you can't put the toothpaste back in the tube. It's a bit like going broke. It happens slowly and then very quickly.

Great affection is often the cause of violent animosity. The quarrels of men often arise from too great a familiarity.

Yes, I took up the guitar when I was about 14 or 15, in high school.

I feel guilty about spending so much time away from home and loved ones.

I've never had an easy relationship with critics. I hold a lot of homicide in my heart. If this was another time, I'd be packing a piece.

It is human nature to hate the man whom you have hurt.

Hatred is a transformative power. It can make the innocuous into the menacing.

My ribs ache from all the texts I'll never make time for.

Around seventh grade, I got a guitar and forgot everything else.

I have a collection of ukuleles. I meant to graduate to the guitar, but I never did.

Maybe America hates me.

I've played the guitar since I was 12, I've played the piano since I was 15.

I've given up trying to reason with people who despise me.

Oh, I'm sure there's definitely people that don't like me.

Life is too short to have anybody named McMahon in mine.

The neighbors hate me.

Locked into loneliness were we two and looking at one another every evening we each saw the one we blamed for it.

I had a guitar leaning against the wall and I'd squint at it. It was almost like a dog that had been kicked - I didn't think I had anything to offer it.

Even if we love someone very much, at times it happens that we forget about it.