If anger proceeds from a great cause, it turns to fury if from a small cause, it is peevishness and so is always either terrible or ridiculous.
I accrued anger from people’s low opinion of me and my work, and for the work I might be capable of.
I’ve learned that football sometimes was an outlet. It was a way for me to release anger, release frustration.
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
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.
Anger is a great force. If you control it, it can be transmuted into a power which can move the whole world.
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.