Sue Monk Kidd Quotes

Awash in a flood of hostility and despair, they battled and railed and shattered their bodies on one another, unable to find one strand, one sobering swallow of solace.

He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.

Do you know what you’ve done?” I asked in a bland tone. Annette gave me an inquiring look. “You’ve gotten on my last nerve.” The table went crashing into her before she could blink, and then my fist found a home in her perfectly arranged hair.

I don't know, in view of the situation and the act going where it was going, I don't know, the rage did go all over the place. It went to everybody in the room.

I have to shoot without any breaks. I yell at Herzog and hit him. I have to fight for every sequence. I wish Herzog would catch the plague, more than ever.

I'm Bam Margera. And I feel like kicking my dad's butt all day today.

When you fight, anger drives up testosterone in both men and women.

To many men... the miasma of peace seems more suffocating than the bracing air of war.

I think it's going to be a doosey. I mean, talk about a fistfight in a whorehouse.

When civil fury first grew high And men fell out they knew not why.

Once blood is shed in a national quarrel, reason and right are swept aside by the rage of angry men.

There was one point in time that I wasn't fighting, and I was frustrated and I was getting in trouble.

I just want to fight. That's all I want.

Sexual passion is the cause of war and the end of peace, the basis of what is serious... and consequently the concentration of all desire

Jesus," Dante interjected when the heavy quiet in the vehicle seemed endless. "All this touchy feely is making me itchy to kill something. How about we quit jerking each other off and go blow the roof off this mutha?

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.

If I beat my against this desk, maybe things will make sense," Angela murmured. "Or if I beat someone else's head against this desk...." She eyed Jared speculatively

It was the kind of talk that made me want to break off a limb and take to whacking her and that bunch of hypocrites across the back of the head.

What happened, then? You're stomping through every puddle you can find and look like you're going to punch the first person you see." "Why are you hanging around, then? Aren't you worried about getting hit?" "Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty

Scott, if your life had a face, I would punch it. I would punch your life in the face.

Jenk shook his head as he headed for the rental car counter. He felt his shoulders tightening as he walked away, certain that Izzy wasn't quite ready to be silent or invisible yet. He was halfway there when Izzy shouted, "Jenkins! I wish I could quit yew!" Of course. The obligatory Brokeback Mountain reference. Jenk flipped Zanella a double bird without bothering to look back.

I mean when was the last time we had one of these contract signings... that didn't end... in some sort of horrible physical calamity? So if you wanna cut to the chase, you know, we can flip the table over, we can all start beating each other up or we can at least make this entertaining.

I'll throw a globe at you! You ever been hit by the world?!