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.

I have been desperate to escape for so many years now, it is routine for me to try to escape.

I find it painful and angering to look in a mirror.

I escaped one time. In 1971 I was in the free world for six weeks.

When I'm forced by circumstances to be in a crowd of prisoners, it's all I can do to refrain from attack.

The other inmates stand in a long straight line, flanked by guards, and I am dragged past them. I do not respect them, because they will not run - will not try to escape.

Paranoia is an illness I contracted in institutions. It is not the reason for my sentences to reform school and prison. It is the effect, not the cause.

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.

To be in prison so long, it's difficult to remember exactly what you did to get there.

There was never sufficient evidence presented at my trial to support a finding of intent to kill.

Because there is something helpless and weak and innocent - something like an infant - deep inside us all that really suffers in ways we would never permit an insect to suffer.

Nothing is over and done with. Nothing. Not even your malice.

The part of me which wanders through my mind and never sees or feels actual objects, but which lives in and moves through my passions and my emotions, experiences this world as a horrible nightmare.

One morning I woke up and was plunged into psychological shock. I had forgotten I was free.

I've wanted somehow to convey to you the sensations - the atmospheric pressure, you might say - of what it is to be seriously a long-term prisoner in an American prison.

My eyes, my brain seek out escape routes wherever I am sent.

As long as I am nothing but a ghost of the civil dead, I can do nothing.

That is how prison is tearing me up inside. It hurts every day. Every day takes me further from my life.

When they talk of ghosts of the dead who wander in the night with things still undone in life, they approximate my subjective experience of this life.

I know, to banish anger altogether from one's breast is a difficult task. It cannot be achieved through pure personal effort. It can be done only by God's grace.

Anger is a momentary madness, so control your passion or it will control you.

There is an element of anger among women who've been raped. There's certainly a major element of humiliation. But it really does seem like a medical condition of shock and horror.

Wise anger is like fire from a flint: there is great ado to get it out; and when it does come, it is out again immediately.

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 an angry person, angrier than most people would imagine, I get flashes of anger. What works for me is working out when it's useful to use that anger.

Expressing anger is a form of public littering.

Anger makes dull men witty, but it keeps them poor.

Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger.

Anger cannot be dishonest.

The voice of the intelligence is drowned out by the roar of fear. It is ignored by the voice of desire. It is contradicted by the voice of shame. It is biased by hate and extinguished by anger. Most of all it is silenced by ignorance.

When we can lay down our fear and anger and choose responses other than aggression, we create the conditions for bringing out the best in us humans.

I had a lot of anger inside me and that came out at times that were not particularly advantageous to me career-wise.

A lot of my humor does come from anger. It's like, you're not gonna pull one over on me - which is pretty much my motto anyways.

I really believe that all of us have a lot of darkness in our souls. Anger, rage, fear, sadness. I don't think that's only reserved for people who have horrible upbringings. I think it really exists and is part of the human condition. I think in the course of your life you figure out ways to deal with that.

I have not lost faith in God. I have moments of anger and protest. Sometimes I've been closer to him for that reason.

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

Anger is an expensive luxury in which only men of certain income can indulge.

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.

I don't play pyrotechnic scales. I play about frustration, patience, anger. Music is an extension of my soul.

Genuine forgiveness does not deny anger but faces it head-on.

When anger rises, think of the consequences.

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

In the final analysis, the incident is seen as originating from an emotional expression of the frustration and anger of the proud people of China who had been subject to ever increasing oppression from without and decadent corruption from within.

The world in general doesn't know what to make of originality; it is startled out of its comfortable habits of thought, and its first reaction is one of anger.

I was very fortunate to play sports. All the anger in me went out. I had to do what I had to do. If you stay angry all the time, then you really don't have a good life.

Growing up in a particular neighborhood, growing up in a working-class family, not having much money, all of those things fire you and can give you an edge, can give you an anger.

Hurt leads to bitterness, bitterness to anger, travel too far that road and the way is lost.

My anger with the US was not at first, that they had used that weapon - although that anger came later.

I am ready to accept all accusations, allegations, anger - but I have to succeed.