Patrick Kane Quotes

For God's sake bring me a large Scotch. What a bloody awful country.

I'm not in the being-annoyed business.

Everybody in America is angry about something.

Look, any amount I make, somebody's going to be mad.

Winter makes me want to rage.

Feeling angry is a universal human phenomenon. It is as basic as feeling hungry, lonely, loving, or tired. The capacity to feel angry and to respond in some way to that feeling is in us from birth.

Anger is a transient hatred; or at least very like it.

Are people angry with me? Sure, anything you do in your life, people are going to be angry at you.

I'm getting grumpier all the time.

Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.

Cynicism, I contend, is the wailing of someone who believes that things are, or should be, or could be, much, much better than they are.

Fans are people, and people sometimes get mad at air. I know I do. So I have people huff at me because I'm not doing what they want, but I also have people get mad because I use profanity, or because I exist in material space, or because I was at Disneyland when they thought I should be writing.

I like to be as positive and as peaceful as possible, but reality says, you know, sometimes you get mad, sometimes you get antsy, sometimes you get aggravated.

I'm never really happy with anything I do.

I get annoyed a lot with things.

It's hard to get me outraged.

It is wrong to condemn people for doing a thing and then offer no alternative but failure. A person could get mad about that.

I have a sack of hate mail that I want to respond to. One day, when I’m tired or tipsy, I will respond and tell them what I think.

Don't you dare call me arrogant!If ever I had any at all-which I deny!- how much could I possibly have left after having been ridden over rough-shod by you and Thomas, do you imagine?

Don't get me started on critics.

Sometimes I not only stand there and take it, I even smile at them and say I'm sorry. When I feel that smile coming onto my face, I wish I could take my face off and stamp on it.

Face flushed, I shook my head and stared at my white-knuckled grip on the bed. Of all my pet peeves, condescending adults were probably at the top of the list.

By criticizing, we do not make lasting changes and often incur resentment.

I've never been on the cover of Empire. I'm very bitter. I've got an award but now I feel sad and cross.

You know, I'm normally so sanguine. But... being accused of rushing these two books out to cash in on the Newbery Medal, without access to time travel equipment or anything, just makes me want to bang my forehead gently against a tree for half an hour. Is it too much to ask people to think?