The poor monkey quietly seated on the ground seemed to be in sore trouble at this display of anger.

The anger that Uncle Junior has comes from my background. My father was the son of an Italian immigrant and I've seen the fire of the Italian temperament. It can be explosive sometimes in ways that are both funny and tragic.

Something my mum taught me years and years and years ago is life's just too short to carry around a great bucket-load of anger and resentment and bitterness and hatreds and all that sort of stuff.

I have to say that anger is the blanket that comes around me and that blunts and blurs my sense of proportion.

Words can be said in bitterness and anger and often there seems to be an element of truth in the nastiness. And words don't go away they just echo around.

When someone says that I'm angry it's actually a compliment. I have not always been direct with my anger in my relationships which is part of why I'd write about it in my songs because I had such fear around expressing anger as a woman.

What I needed most was to love and to be loved eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me and sure enough I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy by suspicions and fear by burst of anger and quarrels.

Let us not look back in anger nor forward in fear but around in awareness.

I just feel energized when I am around young talented people. There is something about these kids that's amazing. I learn as much from them as they do from me.

I have the most amazing support network around me.