Bill Cosby Quotes

I have been known to have four-letter words fly out of my mouth when I'm upset.

I'm not a table-flipper.

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

I have never looked at a child and been so angry that I flipped out.

Sometimes when you're not getting what you want in this game you have to shout a bit and throw a bit of a tantrum.

I can be quite fiery. I was worse when I was younger but even now, when there is a bad decision from... it doesn't matter who, I sometimes want to scream.

I don't curse when I talk. Unless I'm mad.

I have a temper on me that could hold back tides.

I don't usually lose my temper, but if I get angry, it's true - I'm scary.

Anger is a short madness.

It doesn't take much to make me angry.

Anger is certainly a kind of baseness, as it appears well in the weakness of those subjects in whom it reigns: children, women, old folks, sick folks.

There's a line, players usually don't cross it and coaches usually don't cross it. Every once in a while you get a little temper tantrum on both sides, I certainly have had 'em. I'm not proud of those.

I'm an angry guy.

Everyone has a temper. A temper is an emotion.

When I end up yelling, it's not really deliberate. It's usually out of some moment of passion or frustration or real desire to get unstuck.

I'll sit on the floor and cry if I'm having a meltdown. I don't care.

No flipping tables over any more for me.

I don't get angry easily, but we all have our moments.

I have never fought in my life but I can be very angry, especially on the pitch.

Think of a man in a chronic state of anger!

For a moment Jack felt the strongest inclination to snatch up his little gilt chair and beat the white-faced man down with it.

Delly lost her temper at Peeta over how he treated you. She got very squeaky. It was like someone stabbing a mouse with a fork repeatedly.

I am not made of steel. Rage. I...am made... of RAGE!!!!

I kept a straight face while my inner Neanderthal spluttered and then went on a mental rampage through a hypothetical produce section, knocking over shelves and spattering fruit everywhere in sheer frustration, screaming, 'JUST TELL ME WHOSE SKULL TO CRACK WITH MY CLUB, DAMMIT!