The condition of rage is one in which I find myself starting my day - once I see the news headlines.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Rage is exciting, but leaves me confused and exhausted.
If right now our emotional reaction to seeing a certain person or hearing certain news is to fly into a rage or to get despondent or something equally extreme, it's because we have been cultivating that particular habit for a very long time.
Rage is the only quality which has kept me, or anybody I have ever studied, writing columns for newspapers.
I'm a bit of an expert on anger, having suffered from it all through my youth, when I was both brunt and font. It's certainly the most miserable state to be in but it's also tremendously gratifying, really - rage feels justified.
I have a lot of rage about things that didn't happen to me, tied up with watching an immigrant, working-class father struggle to make his way through the world - and seeing how society was modeled to keep him in his place.
I've never been particularly good at explaining or even understanding what this sort of rage is that is so accessible to me. I'm not an out-of-control person, but I can access in my work very easily a feeling of real fury. Thank goodness I've channeled it into my work, I guess.
Rage has such focus. It can't go on forever, but it's invigorating.
Everybody has to write out of rage sometimes.
Depression is rage spread thin.
It's not rage that drives me, it's competition.