Nobody can take what I love away from me. I would like to believe that love is the only energy I've ever used as a writer. I've never written out of anger, although anger has informed love.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I've purged myself of bitterness and anger and remained open to love.
I think my passion is misinterpreted as anger sometimes. And I don't think people are ready for the message that I'm delivering, and delivering with a sense of violent love.
Anger is a great force. If you control it, it can be transmuted into a power which can move the whole world.
Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
My passion and energy get mistaken for anger.
Violence is very much with us, and we like to see it. I doubt if you can change that, and I'm not sure you should want to. I have occasionally been very upset by something I was writing, but it's quite rare: I keep my writing very separate from my life.
Anger is a manifestation of a deeper issue... and that, for me, is based on insecurity, self-esteem and loneliness.
My writing comes not from the happy moments, but from struggle and grief.
In many ways, anger is a misdirected plea for love.
The anger and the creativity are so closely intertwined with me, and there's plenty of anger left.