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 was a weapon to be honed and treasured and used only at the moment yielding most premium.
Anger is uneasiness or discomposure of the mind upon the receipt of any injury, with a present purpose of revenge.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
