Henry Rollins Quotes

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

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.

This does not mean that some of us should not want, in a rather dispassionate sort of way, to put a bullet through csh's head.

So violent. You want to mug and tase everybody these days." "I do," Zuzana agreed. "I swear I hate more poeple every day. Everyone annoys me. If I'm like this now, what am I going to be like when I'm old?" "You'll be the mean old biddy who fires a BB gun at kids from her balcony." "Nah. BBs just rile 'em up. More like a crossbow. Or a bazooka.

I harbor a secret urge to whack a salesman in the face, crack his teeth and put red bumps around his eyes.

Hate, emotionalism, and frustration are not policies.

I have a gift for enraging people, but if I ever bore you it will be with a knife.

It belongs to human nature to hate those you have injured.

I've got a good mind to join a club and beat you over the head with it!

I wouldn't mind someone lobbing hand grenades at me, but having to reset the timer on the video recorder puts me into a blood-spitting frenzy.

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.

Anger has a way of seeping into every other emotion and planting itself in there.

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

Anger is one of the sinews of the soul.

I want to hit him, step away and watch him hurt. I want his heart.

I've never had an easy relationship with critics. I hold a lot of homicide in my heart. If this was another time, I'd be packing a piece.

Abused patience turns to fury.

Hate breeds violence.

Even a small mouse has anger.

I'm always angry. I wake up angry. There is a lot to be angry about. Anger is a positive energy.

I'm sick of all the hate and anger and stuff like that going on.

If someone leaves me a bad review, I briefly fantasize about pushing them down a well.

Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would remind me of birds trapped inside a closed room, flinging themselves against the windows and the walls, against each other.