It's usually a big kind of vent of frustration or anger or sadness that puts me in the right frame of mind to write. It's such a cliche to say that artists write when they're down but it's true for me. It's a relief to get out what's eating away at my heart or my soul or my head.

Anger is a great force. If you control it it can be transmuted into a power which can move the whole world.

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

I drank for about 25 years getting over the loss of my father and I took the anger out on myself. I did a good job at beating myself up at sometimes. I don't drink anymore but my alcoholic head occasionally says different. 'Nil By Mouth' was a love letter to my father because I needed to resolve some issues in order to be able to forgive him.

The intoxication of anger like that of the grape shows us to others but hides us from ourselves.

I have some anger issues.

I have a right to my anger and I don't want anybody telling me I shouldn't be that it's not nice to be and that something's wrong with me because I get angry.

Anger and hate against one we love steels our hearts but contempt or pity leaves us silent and ashamed.

Anger elicits anger fear elicits fear no matter how well meaning we may be.

In general I was a good kid. It usually took a lot to make me mad. But once I reached the boiling point I lost all rational control. Totally without thinking when my anger was aroused I grabbed the nearest brick rock or stick to bash someone. It was as if I had no conscious will in the matter.