“I'm angry at the lies that hide behind my eyesBut untangling them scares me, so I keep them alive.I'm angry at the chip in my tooth and the crick in my back,And the fact that it's too late to change my track.I'm angry that my heart beat is a stutter and my mouth follows suit And that the rain seeps in through the holes in my bootsI'm angry that not one of you will know what I meanEven if I break it into syllables and put it on a screenI'm angry that the world keeps its answers under lock and keyIf it's revealing them to anyone, it sure isn't meI'm angry that there's more of us on Earth than there has been beforeAnd though it's doubtful we can take it, people still want moreI'm angry at the idleness that you call industryCall it caution, call it planning, but it looks like lethargy I'm angry that my friends are strangers, even after we meetAs though we know we'll never ever see the other one's streetI'm angry that we hide behind the media-sphereThough all of us are present, there is nobody hereI'm angry that the world demands I stay on the ballI'm angry that I'm not angry-- at all.”

“Anger at happenstance for its absurd timing. Anger at myself for being so angry. I hate being angry and every time I got this angry it made me more angry at the fact that I was so angry. I realized though that I couldn't really be mad at any of those things.”

“I am...sad and angry. Why is my spirit so sad and angry? I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.”

“Well, then,' the Cat went on, 'you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.”

“There are too many people too angry at a world that isn't the least bit angry at them.”

“To be angry is to yield to the influence of Satan. No one can make us angry. It is our choice. If we desire to have a proper spirit with us at all times, we must choose to refrain from becoming angry. I testify that such is possible.”