Demetri Martin Quotes

I think people would be suprised at how much we curse when we screw up. I'm like somebody with Tourette's Syndrome.

I think, often, when you are in just a lot of pain, it comes out as anger.

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

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.

When you're in @#*!#-ing hell, your forehead can feel a wee bit feverish. (By the way, that's the way my wife actually curses. She doesn't use dirty words; she'll literally say "asterisk, pound sign, exclamation point, the-letter-'A'-with-a-circle-around-it, asterisk, asterisk, asterisk.")

Sophie said a bad word. In the dim light she had stubbed her toe on one of the many dusty bricks piled around the place. Naughty-naughty" Twinkle said. Oh shut up!" Sophie said , standing on one leg to hold her toe. "Why don't you grow up?

I'm no f****** talking to you. He's a f****** great player. Yous are f******* idiots.

You do angry. I just saw it. And you left at least one hole in my carpet to prove it.

What happened to your hand? It got hit by a mirror. How'd that happen? I lost my temper at myself.

I run angry. Football allows me to take out some of my pain on the field.

Nico started to crawl away, groaning. Percy wanted him to move faster and groan less. He considered throwing his wonder bread at him.

Swearing makes an excellent relief mechanism

There's something cathartic about swearing 150 times after spending ten hours in the editing room.

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!

You've got a bit of a temper, don't you?

I write because I hate. A lot. Hard.

I am Joe's Enraged, Inflamed, sense of rejection.

Bad temper is its own safety valve. He who can bark does not bite.

Nature gave us pain as a messaging device to tell us that we are approaching, or that we have exceeded, our limits in some way.

I have a sack of hate mail that I want to respond to. One day, when I’m tired or tipsy, I will respond and tell them what I think.

O! I burn with impatience for the moment of the dissolution of intolerance; it has injured me.

I slammed the door in the child's face, a horrific scream trapped in my throat.

Shut up, sod off, and let me in. (Fury)