Lori Foster Quotes

Fighting angry and fighting mad isn't good.

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.

I don't have a temper. There's no fist through the walls.

I used to be angry all the time and at everybody. I would get really violent.

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

Sometimes I feel like hitting somebody. You look at the refs and they say, 'We'll take care of it.' I think, 'Yeah? You won't take care of it the way I'd like to take care of it.'

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!

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

I actually had the urge to elbow an elderly lady today.

I love smashing stuff.

I haven't physically attacked anyone in a couple of years.

I don't understand if you get caught in a fight, but take it out on a room, how that implies some psychiatric disorder.

I'm not as impatient as I used to be. I used to hit people if I didn't like what they were saying. Just lash out. 'Bam - shut up! Hahahah!' I was terrible.

I always tell people, anger is like liquid. It's fluid, it's like water. You put it in a container and it takes the shape of that container. So many people you see in prison, unleashing war on their people, they are angry, and they take their anger and put it into a violent container.

I am a tender, beautiful and loving guy that happens to slap a photographer now and then because they get in my way.

Indulge not thyself in the passion of anger; it is whetting a sword to wound thine own breast, or murder thy friend.

I used to be a mean maniac. Someone once threw a firecracker at a show and I jumped off the side of the stage and whacked 'em on the side of the head.

Ever since I was little, I've always liked to smash things.

Like I already revealed, I once hit a director with a slipper.

Sometimes we equate anger to destructive physical violence, but anger need not be martial.

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

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.

SITTING TIGHT? Holing up? Waiting for answers? Those are things I'm not good at. Planning a massive attack against mechanical geeky-like things when i was already furious and itching to kill something? Piece o'cake

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

What was your secret?" That brought another smile. "Learn to laugh, otherwise, you'll beat them to death with a hammer first chance