My hate is general, I detest all men;
Some because they are wicked and do evil,
Others because they tolerate the wicked,
Refusing them the active vigorous scorn
Which vice should stimulate in virtuous minds.

I know that there are people who do not love their fellow man, and I hate people like that!

I hated men because they didn’t stay around and love me like a father: I could prick holes in them & show they were no father-material. I made them propose and then showed them they hadn’t a chance. I hated men because they didn’t have to suffer like a woman did. They could die or go to Spain. They could have fun while a woman had birth pangs. They could gamble while a woman skimped on the butter on the bread. Men, nasty lousy men.

My encounters with men had left me petrified of them. Along with the fright was a burning loathing.

3395. Men hate those they have hurt.

George: I hate them all.

Of course I hate these people and let's all hate these people because maybe hate is what we need if we're gonna get something done.

These bloody people. I can't bear that man. I mean, he's so awful, he really is.

“Why do those men hate us? They hate us because they need us, they fear us, they understand how much control it takes to keep us in line, to keep us good girls with our hymens intact until it’s time for them to fuck us into mothers who raise future generations of misogynists to forever fuel their patriarchy. They hate us because we are at once their temptation and their salvation from that patriarchy, which they must sooner or later realize hurts them, too. They hate us because they know that once we rid ourselves of the alliance of State and Street that works in tandem to control us, we

Damn Americans... I hate those bastards.

I don't hate too many guys. What I may do, I may hate them for a little while, like this guy Stradlater I knew at Pencey, and this other boy, Robert Ackley. I hate them once in a while — I admit it — but it doesn't last too long, is what I mean. After a while, if I didn't see them, if they didn't come in the room, or if I didn't see them in the dining room for a couple of meals, I sort of missed them. I mean I sort of missed them.

All men hate the wretched.

I dislike my fellow-mortals. Justice compels me to add that they appear for the most part to dislike me.

The Man from Archangel

I hate mankind, for I think myself one of the best of them, and I know how bad I am.