Whitley Strieber Quotes

I think rage is so ugly.

Anger tears me up inside... My own... or anyone else's.

I'm always angry. I wake up angry. There is a lot to be angry about. Anger is a positive energy.

I go to bed angry every night, and I get up angrier every morning.

Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.

Rage can be so common it turns ambient.

I want to punch everything and fight the world.

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

What are Slipknot angry about? Everything, man!

It takes an awful lot to get me cross.

I've always had that feeling for the dark side, for the anger and the hate-rock. The music is just the way I deal with it.

There's always something to rage about, right?

I grew up with lots of anger, frustration, and violence in my heart.

The world can make you very angry.

I have never fought in my life but I can be very angry, especially on the pitch.

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

Think of a man in a chronic state of anger!

For a moment Jack felt the strongest inclination to snatch up his little gilt chair and beat the white-faced man down with it.

I know. So, I was angry with you. I didn't know why. I was angry with the world. I did know why. I hated all my therapists for being useless. I was this little ball of self-destructive fury, and none of them could do anything but tell me that I was a little ball of self-destructive fury. [...] I knew I was angry. Tell me what to do with that anger, please.

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

I was never big on rage.' 'Why?' "It's so much more angry in my head than it could ever be outside.

Sometimes it takes all my resolution and power of self-control to refrain from butting my head against the wall. I want to howl and foam at the mouth but I daren't.

Anna despises two classes of people: first, those who own their own homes and have cars and families, and second, everybody else. Constantly she is on the verge of exploding. With rage. A pool of pure red. The pool is filled with speechlessness that talks away at her nonstop.

In my life why do I smile at people I'd rather kick in the eye?

If I don’t start having service I’m going to swap you all for a dog and shoot the dog.