I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you dri­ve my car; I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb com­bat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much that it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re al­ways right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate the way you’re not around, and the fact that you did­n’t call. But most­ly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a lit­tle bit, not even at all.

— 10 Things I Hate About You