Josie Maran Quotes

I would never kill somebody, unless they pissed me off.

I used to be angry all the time and at everybody. I would get really violent.

I hate wack niggas, I should really slap niggas.

I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.

Adjustment? She called that an adjustment? How about I adjust her right out of existence?

But I like being nasty. I like being cranky. Especially if it's a cold day in Chicago, it's nice to just take it out on Kyle, because he's so easy to scream at, you know?

It doesn't take much to make me angry.

Above all things, I must not get angry. If I do get angry I knock all the teeth out of the mouth of the poor wretch who has angered me.

I'm not as impatient as I used to be. I used to hit people if I didn't like what they were saying. Just lash out. 'Bam - shut up! Hahahah!' I was terrible.

I have a hell-fire temper.

I don't know if I ever really get mad in real life.

Nevertheless, I tend to get offensive easily.

A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edge tool that grows keener with constant use.

I don't have a temper. There's no fist through the walls.

This is my Achilles heel. If some Internet technician is on the phone with me and he's being irrational and incompetent and stupid, I get really mad and I can sort of feel my blood pressure going up.

I have a bit of a temper.

Everybody has a temper, but mine was set on a hair trigger.

My assistants will bear testimony to the fact that I am a very angry man.

I catch fire and find the reserves of courage and assertiveness to speak up. When that happens I get quite carried away. My blood gets hot my brow wet I become unbearably and unconscionably sarcastic and bellicose I am girded for a total showdown.

I have a lot of hostility.

I am not made of steel. Rage. I...am made... of RAGE!!!!

I kept a straight face while my inner Neanderthal spluttered and then went on a mental rampage through a hypothetical produce section, knocking over shelves and spattering fruit everywhere in sheer frustration, screaming, 'JUST TELL ME WHOSE SKULL TO CRACK WITH MY CLUB, DAMMIT!

Bad temper is its own safety valve. He who can bark does not bite.

Shut up, sod off, and let me in. (Fury)

The human failing I would most like to correct is aggression.