Dylan Moran Quotes

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.

He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough.

Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.

Greenspan tells us what to do. Someone should take him out and hang him.

The brutalization of humans by other humans never fails to get to me in some angry-making way. It shot up in me like an explosion.

Abused patience turns to fury.

One of my problems is I am getting so mature that I have to pick up a TV and toss it through the coffee table just to remind people of who I am. I want to go ranting and screaming into the grave.

The great companies did not know that the line between hunger and anger is a thin line.

Our apologies, good friends, for the fracture of good order, the burning of paper instead of children, the angering of the orderlies in the front parlor of the charnel house.

Violence, indeed, is the child of suppression.

… there were days … when I came back from some scene of eviction so maddened by the sights of hunger and misery I had seen in the day’s work that I felt disposed to take the gun from behind my door and shoot the first landlord I met.

It's one thing to boo, but to actually pelt someone down below because you're upset a sporting event went a certain way is just so bizarre to me.

I approximated the Black Friday experience at home by hurling myself into a wall a number of times and then ordering online.

When I read passages like this, I want to look for the nearest wall to bang my head against.

Let him go, you filth! Let him go! You will not touch him again!

All the posters on the walls All the leaflets in the streets Are mutilated, destroyed or run in rain, Their words blotted out with tears, Skins peeling from their bodies In the victorious hurricane.

What shall I do unto this people? they be almost ready to stone me.

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

The heat made people crazy. They woke from their damp bedsheets and went in search of a glass of water, surprised to find that when their vision cleared, they were holding instead the gun they kept hidden in the bookcase.

I walked in on my folks doing it doggy style less than four hours ago." "Waitress!" Jonas screamed, clicking his fingers madly. "Bring two!" then, more quietly,"You want a neck massage? A bedtime story? A bullet in the ear?

Because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH! And look around ...can you blame us?!

Where do I come into all of this? Am I just some animal or dog?' And that started them off govoreeting real loud and throwing slovos at me. So I creeched louder still, creeching: 'Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?

People turn to violence, because they have no other avenue left.