“Smitty leaned forward, resting his arms on this raised knees. "I am fixin' to get mad, Jessie."You're fixin' to get mad?""Yeah.""Why don't you just get mad?""I'm not there yet. But I will be if you don't start talking to me."Smitty to Jessie Ann”
“If you're fixin' to get yourself a good stallion, don't go lookin' in the donkey corral.”
“I don't think you get to be mad at someone unless they come through for you. I don't think you have that luxury. I think you think you can be mad, but really you're just doing something else.""What's that?" "Waiting.”
“Why do you persist in being so frivolous, Urgit?""Why don't we just call it a symptom of my incipient madness?""You're not going to go mad," she said firmly."Of course I'm going to go mad, mother. I'm rather looking forward to it.”
“I don't get mad, I get even.”
“You get mad at me, you kick the tire, I don't get a bruise, the tire doesn't care, and you're the only one hurting. How's that working for you, Kip?”