As I’m traveling around, I meet many small children. And when I look at a small and think how we’ve harmed this beautiful planet since I was that age, I feel a kind of desperation, anger, shame. I don’t know what I feel; I just don’t know what the emotion is.
We’re not accustomed to giving women the space to express the full range of emotions and flaws that men are permitted. Anger and aggressiveness aren’t part of the scale of what is acceptable behavior in women, whereas men – in reality and in fiction – are allowed a much fuller range of emotion.
I started a youth center in Houston. The kids would come in and want to learn to box; they wanted to tear up the world, beat up the world. And I’d try to show them they didn’t need anger. They didn’t need all that killing instinct they’d read about. You can be a human being and pursue boxing as a sport.
I think anger is a normal response to something horrible that someone has done, another human being has done, and to rob people of life, and that’s actually healthy to have, to feel that. At some point you have to figure out, ‘How do I let that go?’
When you stand up in the morning, you look in the mirror and say, ‘I’m black.’ No. You wake up and you see yourself as a human being in the world, but you raise discussion and raise aggression, the anger that you confront every day of your life, whether you want to or not.
A man can submit today in order to resist tomorrow. My submission had been such. And because I had not been free to show my real feeling, to voice my true thoughts, my submission had bred bitterness and anger. And there were nearly ten million others who had submitted with equal anger and bitterness.
I’m very much inspired by things that anger me. If I see bigotry, stupidity, or injustice on the news, I’m inspired to find a way to make it into something comedic and relatable. Anger inspires me. Stupidity inspires me. My family inspires me. My accountant inspires me. Everything and anything, really.
Part of what motivated my writing was anger. I was angry that the daily misery of doctors, nurses, and patients was being trivialised into soap opera. We were made to feel bad because we were not perfect like our television counterparts. We were resentful that our patients did not get better as quickly as they did on telly – or at all.
On top of trying to find my way in this business and losing my mother and trying to figure out what family meant to me and everything – 2016, there was a lot of anger from me and a lot of anger all around. I think the hardest part was to really realize that all these things, it’s worth it.
At times, our collective anger seems a worthwhile thing – it has a weight and shape and force we couldn’t achieve as individuals – but at other times, I can’t help wondering how much it really accomplishes, if in some ways it might even impede us in our attempts to be more thoughtful, ‘enlightened’ human beings.
I’m sure it’s one of the most frustrating aspects of human experience for all of us, that when we tell someone who’s hurt us that they’ve hurt us, they tend to react with anger because they feel guilty, and we know we also get angry when we feel guilty.
I did not think that I was angry, but clearly anger was reflected in my writing. I did not think that I had been affected emotionally, but it was clear from my writing that I was still very emotional about the trial some six months after it ended.
I get in trouble when I say things like, ‘I’m attracted to violence.’ I was a pretty angry kid, and I got into military history largely as a way to vent my own anger. As I got older it narrowed down to a more specific focus on individual violence. I’m just trying to understand where it came from.
I started writing because there’s an absence of things I was familiar with or that I dreamed about. One of my senses of anger is related to this vacancy – a yearning I had as a teenager… and when I get ready to write, I think I’m trying to fill that.
Whether one admired or was repulsed by the positions he took on matters foreign and domestic, it is undeniable that Reagan’s ability to project anger was highly attractive to his most passionate supporters on the far right – and crucial to his political success.
President Obama and members of his administration constantly express rage and anger over events totally within their control. It’s an odd and unsettling fact of American life that so many Americans seem to think that such expressions of frustration should substitute for actual competence.
I grew up here, and it’s always been a very diverse community. So for people to come out and say that there’s some long-standing anger or there’s a history of racial tension is absolutely ridiculous. There’s not a black-white divide in Ferguson.
When I played a club in Salt Lake City, I complained to the crowd about the low turnout. It’s always good to berate the people who paid to see you because you’re upset about the people who didn’t show up. It’s called misplaced anger, and without it, I wouldn’t have an act.
I had lived with my mother in anger and love – I suppose most daughters do – but my children only knew her in one way: As the lady who thought they were smarter than Albert Einstein. As the lady who thought they wrote better than William Shakespeare. As the lady who thought every picture they drew was a Rembrandt.
There was a lot of procrastination on Cameron’s part because of the personal nature of ‘Almost Famous.’ There was a lot of deep, dark doubt about even doing it. I don’t mind being a cheerleader, but I did reach my limit quite a few times. I do my own writing, so I understand, but I was pushed to the point of anger with the insecurity of it.
There is a latent anger in a lot of people that went to boarding school at an early age. I was eight. And I loved it over the five years, but I think the adjustments for eight-year-olds are a lot. And I think it informs who you are for a long, long time.
