Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.
The others don't like my interviews. And frankly, I don't care much for theirs.
I hate hospitals. Even if it's a joyful occasion when a friend gave birth. It's like, 'Oh, look at the beautiful baby.... and all the disease on the walls...'
You don't want to watch a film for two hours that depresses you or makes you think so much it evokes a negative reaction.
Don't talk to me about getting comfortable. It makes me uncomfortable.
When you hate people, it not only makes you hate that person, it gives that vibe off for everything around you. I really do believe that.
What else don’t women like besides the Three Stooges? Tom Waits. Being hurt physically or emotionally.
I hate requests. They make me feel unhappy. It's like when I take a book out of the library. As soon as I start to read it, all I can think about is when I'll finish it.
The system [of thought] doesn't stay with the difficult problem that produces unpleasant feelings. It's conditioned somehow to move as fast as it can toward more pleasant feelings, without actually facing the thing that's making the unpleasant feeling.
I don't use blue. I don't like it. It bugs me out. I hate it.
It was Lisa, aged five, whose mother asked her to thank my wife for the peas we had sent them from our garden. 'I thought the peas were awful, I wish you and Mrs. Thurber were dead, and I hate trees,' said Lisa.
Why would you watch an Oscar-nominated film unless you're mad enough to purposely experience feelings? Bleh. I'm not interested in catching those.
I am not a fan of tarantulas.
One thing I detest, I have to say, is when a shoe is too soft, and it's molding to the foot. This is quite disgusting. And I really, really hate incredibly long shoes, where the last is very pointy, almost like Aladdin.
There's some horrible connotations in the word 'reunion.'
I hate drag. It's extremely uncomfortable. It's awful. I'm in a full corset and pads and giant wigs.
The stuff I write about doesn't, like, necessarily leave people feeling warm and fuzzy. I'm writing in a territory that's, like, contested and full of prickliness. And I find that people project their problems onto me or something.
Put someone on a horse looking cold and wet, and they don't have to act. They just are cold and wet.
We should understand that our problems do not exist outside of ourself, but are part of our mind that experiences unpleasant feelings.
No one would deny that feeling envy is unpleasant, or that feeling envious sometimes leads us down a path we wish we hadn't taken. Envy is frequently corrosive and destructive.
There was just something about me she did not like.
I am never merry when I hear sweet music.
The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.
Well, I hate to be the one to take the flyswatter to Tinker Bell, but...
