Vita Sackville-West Quotes

People expect me to be angry, bitter. They expect to me be abrasive, aggressive. I'm not.

Impatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.

I do not want to get hit in the face for real. I'll get mad.

If someone was ever racist towards me, I would go wild.

If somebody says or does something to me first, then I'll respond, and I go overboard with it, and it seems like I'm the one that has beef with somebody.

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

I wouldn't say I have a bad temper.

Of course you have an e-mail, you idiot, just read it!

I've had it with being nice, understanding, fair and hopeful. I feel like being negative all day. The chip on my shoulder could sink the QE2. I've got an attitude problem and nobody better get in my way...I'm in a bad mood and the whole stupid little world is gonna pay!

I have just read your lousy review. You sound like a frustrated old man who never made a success, an eightulcer man on a four ulcer job ... I have never met you but if I do, you'll need a new nose, a lot of beefsteak for black eyes, and a supporter below.

Think of a man in a chronic state of anger!

Don't touch me, I'm full of snakes.

I must of woke up this morning with a bug up my ass, I think I'll just haul off and belt the next jerk that I pass.

Make sure when anyone tackles you he remembers how much it hurts.

The cholerick man never wants woe.

You were an ass long before I made one outta ya!

Who cuts is easily wounded. The readier you are to offend the sooner you are offended.

He always had a chip on his shoulder that he was ready to use to kindle an argument.

Are you conceding?' he says, his mouth falling open with mock surprise. 'Seems like that serum did you some good after all...' I shove him as hard as I can. 'Take that back. Take it back now.' 'Okay, okay!' He puts up his hands. 'It's just... I'm not very nice either, you know. That's why I like you so- ' 'Out!' I shout, pointing at the door.

Handbags, I don't at all like them because they occupy my hands. My hands always have to be ready in case I need to slap somebody.

Anna despises two classes of people: first, those who own their own homes and have cars and families, and second, everybody else. Constantly she is on the verge of exploding. With rage. A pool of pure red. The pool is filled with speechlessness that talks away at her nonstop.

Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache.

Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios?

That’s because you ooze preemptive leave-me-alone death rays.

Where there is fear there is aggression.