What I don’t like is the way people automatically think I am a kept woman, that he pays my expenses. This puts me in a rage. I’ve always paid my own way, even while living in his mansion. I’ve kept an apartment of my own. In fact, I not only buy my own clothes, but many of Hef’s, too – he just hates to shop.
I have lived poverty. I didn’t choose it. No one would choose humiliation, pain, and rage.
The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite; no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.
People seem to take as much offence as they possibly can these days – it’s almost a new type of greed, a new kind of road rage.
It’s called Sisters of the Winter Madrigal. It was interesting for me to see it done after so many years; because I wrote it and I didn’t realize what a rage I was in.
Carla Lane’s ‘Butterflies’ seemed to be on in our house at all times when I was a kid, as did ‘The Good Life.’ But it was ‘Fawlty Towers that made me really sit up for the first time. Basil’s incandescent rage made me howl.
I am glad that ‘Hoax’ came out a couple weeks before Bob Woodward’s book. We both have these one word titles. His is ‘Rage,’ mine is ‘Hoax.’ They do make for a great pairing, and I’m not saying that as a sales pitch!
I write for free online out of love, passion, and often, rage.
Rage is a really fun place to dance from – expressions of anger sublimated into something beautiful are invigorating, especially if you feel like you’re telling the truth.
For eight years Republicans worked around the clock to delegitimize Bill Clinton. For the next eight years, Democrats tried to delegitimize Bush. Now Barack Obama is enduring the rage of his conservative opposition.
Let no one underestimate the need of pity. We live in a stony universe whose hard, brilliant forces rage fiercely.
I love Willie Nelson’s ‘Phases And Stages’; there’s so many songs from The Band and Bob Dylan that have gotten me through hard times, like ‘Tears Of Rage.’ I love Karen Dalton’s ‘In My Own Time’ and Skip James.
Man’s constitution is so peculiar that his health is purely a negative matter. No sooner is the rage of hunger appeased than it becomes difficult to comprehend the meaning of starvation. It is only when you suffer that you really understand.
There’s a lot of rage in my head. I like the friction that means there is nothing relaxing about writing a poem. I can’t afford to relax in any area of life. You have to keep your senses awake to all the complacency that kicks in – particularly for the English.
I’m still really proud of Rage as much as I am of Audioslave. I still love it when I turn on the radio and I hear a Rage song. I love that.
When Arnold Schwarzenegger vetoed the same-sex marriage bill, my blood was boiling. I had been silent, but that night, Brad and I watched the news and saw all these young people pouring out on Santa Monica Boulevard venting their rage, and I said, ‘I have to speak out.’
When I was nine, we moved to Stanford University in San Francisco so that my father could do a Ph.D. I went to Terman Junior High in Palo Alto. It was terrible, because my hormones were all over the place, and I became an ugly adolescent full of rage and loathing.
If you know somebody is going to be awfully annoyed by something you write, that’s obviously very satisfying, and if they howl with rage or cry, that’s honey.
The philistine provides the best definition of art. Anything that makes him rage is first class.
I detest jokes – when somebody tells me one, I feel my IQ dropping; the brain cells start to disappear. But something is funny when the person delivering the line doesn’t know it’s funny or doesn’t treat it as a joke. Maybe it comes from a place of truth, or it’s a sort of rage against society.
I come from the ’90s where there was rap-rock and I was never a huge fan of it. I loved Rage, I loved some of the other stuff that was going on, but it got really oversaturated and it got kind of cheesy at some point – we can all say that.
If you listen to ‘The Revolution Will Not Be Televised,’ by Gil Scott-Heron, that album is dripping with rage.
I grew up with a lot of people whose whole prime mover was dad rage. I never really had it – it always seemed so empty. It always seemed to be masking something else, which was really their own lack of initiative.
I’ve grown up with jazz – the Joe Hendersons, Oliver Nelsons, Miles Davis and stuff – but I was also listening to, like, Slipknot, Korn, and Rage Against the Machine. There was all of that weaved – interweaved – in there, and being from L.A., you tend to know your musical history.
I always had a tremendous amount of rage about the business, and I thought turning that into comedy was healthy.
There’s something very particular about the kind of rage you feel when you’re alone in a practice room by yourself, unable to master a simple thing like a rudiment. You keep trying to master this very basic thing, and when you don’t get it, you just scream. I broke a lot of drum heads, and I broke a lot of sticks.
To me, this is from a Buddhist perspective or whatever, sometimes people who are working out their political beliefs, they can rage against the man, and yet at the same time can be oblivious to their own way of stepping on the foot of the person right next to them.
I long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.
Women can be as destructive, possessive and prone to rage as men, it turns out: but discovering that is what terrifies them, while exhilarating women.
I think that’s created a healthy environment. The comparisons to ‘ER’ were maddening and there was this assumption that the two of us were looking at each other with rage and resentment, which was also not the case.
As a stand up, and often in acting, there is no place for the most intense feelings. Rage, genuine sorrow, naked hope… These things don’t fit on a comedy stage and if you act you’ll get to express them once in a while. Music is a place for the intensely personal.
All of civility depends on being able to contain the rage of individuals.
Wonder Woman’ is thinking about me. It’s thinking about my pleasure, about my sisters, about the history of cinema and women’s representation. It gives us joy but also rage.
Grandfather was an old-fashioned pharmacist who never ceased venting his resentment at the growing number of retail items the drugstore had to carry, and he would go into periods of fearful rage when the subject of chain stores was raised.
I get a lot of letters from women who insist that ‘Fight Club’ is not just a guy thing. They insist that women have the same rage and need the same outlet.
Black Lives Matter started from a post that I put on Facebook after the acquittal of George Zimmerman. I woke up in the middle of the night sobbing, just trying to process what had happened and wanting to find community around being in a lot of grief and having a lot of rage.
Trump’s lying, his self-regard, his self-soothing, his lack of empathy, his narcissistic rage, his contempt for norms, rules, laws, facts and simple truths – have all come home to roost.
The most satisfying thrillers send ordinary people into battle against the forces of evil – otherwise known as greed, ego, rage, fear and laziness – and bring them out bloodied but whole.
My dad never really wrote what he thought. None of his inner rage and darkness and problems, which we all have, made it on to the page. For him, writing was a process of making everything appear funny.
What is forgiveness? An emotion? A coping mechanism? An element of deepest faith? A way for the heart and soul to combat the type of hate, anger, rage and a thirst for revenge that could ultimately consume a person? All of those and more?
Music – not just the lyrics, but the music itself – expresses confused or illicit passions: rage, lust, envy, frustration, channeling these energies and creating an outlet for them.
If I look at my old lyrics, they seem to be full of rage, but empty. There was an emptiness in my life.
When you’re a confused 19-year-old filled with questions you can’t even articulate and a kind of black rage that feeds at your heart from the moment you wake up in the morning, and you discover Marcus Aurelius’ ‘The Meditations,’ that changes your life.
What about Hong Chau? In typical supporting-part fashion, she shows up halfway through ‘Downsizing,’ already shrunk, an imperious Vietnamese house cleaner with a limp and sharp angles. The movie’s satirical cleverness upstages its rage; then Ms. Chau proves she’s capable of managing both.
Rage is exciting, but leaves me confused and exhausted.
People like to make fun of the fans who camp out but people have renaissance fairs; people do Civil War re-enactments; people do what they like. I’m tired of hearing people rage on the fans. If you don’t like ‘Twilight,’ don’t buy a ticket.
A revolution is not a painless march to the gates of freedom and justice. It is a struggle between rage and hope, between the temptation to destroy and the desire to build.
I know what it’s like to have someone coming home who looks at you not in the way they used to in the old days, and I’ve seen my own face contorted with sadness and rage in the mirror.
I rage when Boris Johnson is more interested in sucking up to Donald Trump than standing up for British values of decency, equality and respect.
