You marry somebody you love everything about them. You grow to learn about them. You never learn everything.

Mom and Dad were married 64 years. And if you wondered what their secret was you could have asked the local florist - because every day Dad gave Mom a rose which he put on her bedside table. That's how she found out what happened on the day my father died - she went looking for him because that morning there was no rose.

I love each and every one of you but like my own family you thrill you frustrate you anger.

The anger that appears to be building up between the sexes becomes more virulent with every day that passes. And far from women taking the blame... the fact is that men are invariably portrayed as the bad guys. Being a good man is like being a good Nazi.

I'm really busted up over this and I'm very very sorry to those people in the audience the blacks the Hispanics whites - everyone that was there that took the brunt of that anger and hate and rage and how it came through.

My character had been in the chair for seven years. He had gone through his anger depression drug and alcohol abuse. He had gone through everything now he was up he was happy he was filled with his dream.

Every child senses with all the horse sense that's in him that any parent is angry inside when children misbehave and they dread more the anger that is rarely or never expressed openly wondering how awful it might be.

Imagine a thousand more such daily intrusions in your life every hour and minute of every day and you can grasp the source of this paranoia this anger that could consume me at any moment if I lost control.

Everybody kind of perceives me as being angry. It's not anger it's motivation.

Anger has a way of seeping into every other emotion and planting itself in there.