“Not everything is about beating your head against the wall until it breaks.”“Just most things.”
“If you beat your head against the wall, it is your head that breaks and not the wall.”
“He wanted to heave the glasses against the wall. Break them, break everything he could reach. Beat it, rend it. He stared out the window, imagined the city in flames, consumed to ashes. And still it wasn't enough.”
“Beat on the doors until you get what you want. Beat on the walls until your fists bleed.”
“Were you dropped on your head as a baby or did your mother just throw you against a wall ?”
“There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.”