Kresley Cole Quotes

I get off on pushing people's buttons sometimes.

I had always previously really fed off of negativity and enjoyed being the guy who everybody hated.

Can I flirt with another guy to make him jealous?" "Oh no." She laughed, still holding my hands. "That will unleash something you can't handle. You don't mess with men that way.

There's always people - it doesn't take many - who have a different psychological makeup than most of us who really get joy out of provoking. They don't always believe the things they say, they just like to watch people go crazy. You know, I knew people like that in elementary school - bullies of one kind or another.

I'm easy to hate.

Did Mad freakin' Max just call me irritating?

Anger is as a stone cast into a wasp's nest.

Their rage supplies them with weapons.

Of course, I also hear from critics who detest what I do, and while sometimes I feel rather proud of having made various the loathsome people or groups angry, at other times I wonder why I put up with such grief.

I like to be loved by my children, and I quite like the 'Guardian' hating me. I like it when I read they want me to die painfully. Then I think I've really got under their skin. It's like annoying a teacher. Once they've shown signs of weakness, you really can go for them.

I hate plots.

If you know somebody is going to be awfully annoyed by something you write, that's obviously very satisfying, and if they howl with rage or cry, that's honey.

Whoever incites anger has a strong insurance against indifference.

If you keep on pushing someone, eventually you push them too far.

I want to understand the anger in the world.

Well, that’s just a little hard, since I can’t even talk her into sparing your life, huh? You haven’t exactly endeared yourself to her. (Kat) Oh, excuse my utter lack of manners there. Should we call Mommy dearest and invite her over for tea? I promise to be on my best manners when I choke the life out of her. (Sin)

I like to think I'm helping them by hating them. I'm reminding them that they aren't God's gift to humankind.

The problem is people become so angry. And they become so vicious.

What's wrong with assholes, baby?

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.

Her violence frightened me. She always claimed that I was the jealous one, and I was often jealous, but when I saw things working against me I simply became disgusted and withdrew. Lydia was different. She reacted. She was the Head Cheerleader at the Game of Violence.

Never be put off by your target's anger; it is a sure sign of enslavement.

Strange, isn't it, that it's always more difficult to talk people out of killing each other than into it?

No one ever hates without a cause.

Are you gloating inside? That's what this is about, isn't it? Getting me to trust you so you could blow it up in my face!" [...] "I get that you're angry—," said Patch. "I am ripped apart!" I shouted.