Where our anger is bound, there we are found. Our rage is an important part of what makes the world real for us and us real for the world.
We save our most violent rebellion for what we have least hope of changing.
There is a degree of rage, a secret intimacy and extremity, which provides a person with virtually complete immunity from kindness.
The grudges we bear give us the illusion of being more weighty than we are.
Outrage is a limited and limiting form of outreach.
World-creating rage and world-destroying rage are born in the same nest.
When we turn to rage to save us from fear, we become sooner or later more afraid.
If we are too frightened of our rage, we may induce a psychological sleep to avoid it. We can sleep in this way longer than Rip Van Winkle. Even a lifetime can pass in this suspended animation.
Our rage can make us molten, so breaking the chains of our previous forms and delivering us into the indefinite arms of metamorphosis.