I found that being with happy positive people annoys me.

Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.

When I put my head in my hands after missing a chance, that annoys the coaches a little.

What really annoys me are the ones who write to say, I am doing your book for my final examinations and could you please tell me what the meaning of it is. I find it just so staggering--that you're supposed to explain the meaning of your book to some total stranger! If I knew what the meanings of my books were, I wouldn't have bothered to write them.

Imagine that you are dying. If you had a terminal disease would you ?finish this book? Why not? The thing that annoys this 10-weeks-to-live self is the thing that is wrong with the book. So change it. Stop arguing with yourself. Change it. See? Easy. And no one had to die.

What annoys the hell out of me is the arrogance of some people. They don't even listen to our music they decided in advance that they don't like it.

All my day is spent dealing with other people. When I come home I like it to be empty. The presence of others in my house kind of annoys me. I love coming home and shutting the doors. I feel brain dead. I'm relatively available but not to live with.

Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.

The want of logic annoys. Too much logic bores. Life eludes logic and everything that logic alone constructs remains artificial and forced.