Now, don’t be angry after you’ve been afraid. That’s the worst kind of cowardice.
He lay back, put his arm over his eyes, and tried to hold onto the anger, because the anger made him feel brave. A brave man could think. A coward couldn’t.
Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.
Anger is uneasiness or discomposure of the mind upon the receipt of any injury, with a present purpose of revenge.