Kanye West Quotes

As a person with terrible handwriting, I love the computer. I've waited all my life for the computer.

For God's sake bring me a large Scotch. What a bloody awful country.

I am very impatient.

There were a coupla times when I had had it. And when I'm pushed to the limit, I scream.

When I was at Kingsoft, I was under pressure and worked hard, but the results were not satisfactory.

I'm just generally hugely frustrated, I'm a very, very frustrated man. I'm just a ball of pent-up frustration.

I have no patience at all.

I'm impatient.

As a parent, I can get so frustrated. Any parent can!

The business of working at getting work is pretty intense. But you don't get the rewards of actually working.

It's not the increasing competition; it's going back to real work that most of us complain about.

Sometimes I do just have to stop and hit myself in the head with my diamond-encrusted vase.

Will you stop counting!' snarled Zaphod. 'Yes,' said Ford Prefect, 'in three minutes and thirty-five seconds.

You're driving me NORMAL!

You'd type like hell. I spent $9.80 and in nine days I had Fahrenheit 451.

Typical! I break my neck trying to get here, and I find you peacefully tidying up!

I can write faster on a typewriter than you can on a computer. I do 120 words a minute, and you can't do that on a computer.

Thanks to my computer, I have now achieved a much higher state of disorganization.

I get very tense working, so I often have to get up and wander around the house. It is very bad on my stomach. I have to be mad to be working well anyway, and then I am mad about the way things are going on the page in addition. My ulcer flourishes and I have to chew lots of pills. When my work is going well, I am usually sort of sick.

How to fail: Try too hard.

I spend almost as much time figuring out what's wrong with my computer as I do actually using it.

Get up, you useless lump, get up!

I was all braced for the wrath that was going to put grizzlies to shame, and this is what I get? I should infuriate you more often.

I want to strangle whoever invented that R-Patz thing.

The woman dashed up the staircase toward the library's main doors. Arriving at the top of the stairs, she grabbed the handle and tried desperately to open each of the three giant doors. The library's closed, lady. But the woman didn't seem to care. She seized one of the heavy ring-shaped handles, heaved it backward, and let it fall with a loud crash against the door. Then she did it again. And again. And again. Wow, the homeless man thought, she must really need a book.