Bryan Lee O'Malley Quotes

I hate all hitters. I start a game mad and I stay that way until it's over.

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.

What happened, then? You're stomping through every puddle you can find and look like you're going to punch the first person you see." "Why are you hanging around, then? Aren't you worried about getting hit?" "Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty

Do you know what you’ve done?” I asked in a bland tone. Annette gave me an inquiring look. “You’ve gotten on my last nerve.” The table went crashing into her before she could blink, and then my fist found a home in her perfectly arranged hair.

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

I'll get to the force field of this hostility, why it's there, why the rage is in any of us, why the trash takes place, whether or not it's between me and a couple of hecklers in the audience or between this country and another nation, the rage.

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

Anger is never without an argument, but seldom with a good one.

Anger is implanted in us as sort of sting, to make us gnash with our teeth against the devil, to make us vehement against him, not to set us in array against each other.

There was one point in time that I wasn't fighting, and I was frustrated and I was getting in trouble.

Fighting angry and fighting mad isn't good.

I'd like to find whoever taught the Stump that extra work builds character and push him down the stairs," Neal told Kel at lunch.

Critics who attack my wife bug me. It makes me want to pay 'em a visit so I could give 'em a good punch in the nose.

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

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

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 have a lot of hostility.

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

If met Vic Reeves, I'd have no desire other than to smack him in the face.

The shackles and the chains, the violence and aggression, the pettiness and scorn, the jealousy and hatred, the tempest and discord.

I hate wack niggas, I should really slap niggas.

Don't turn around. 'Cuz you will get punched in the face. Don't make this worse. You've already gone and got me mad. It's too bad, I'm not sad It's casting over. Just one of those things you'll have to get over it.

Hate today, no love for tomorrow

I have too much potential for collapse. There's an anonymity that makes people feel safe to participate in hatefulness. I like a good old-fashioned fistfight if people are pissed off at each other. I just feel like if you're really mad and want to have a fight, then put your dukes up.

There's times I'd rather kill you than listen to your honesty.