Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one that inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it.
Do not slave holders wish to make the black man other kind? – Animals with affections, imitation, fear of death, pain, sorrow for the dead. – Respect.
We all know people who are so much afraid of pain that they shut themselves up like clams in a shell and, giving out nothing, receive nothing and therefore shrink until life is a mere living death.
To pain I respond with tears and outcries, to baseness with indignation, to filth with loathing. To my mind, that is just what is called life.[На боль я отвечаю криком и слезами, на подлость — негодованием, на мерзость — отвращением. По-моему, это, собственно, и называется жизнью.]
No little appetite or pain, no carelessness or meanness in him escaped her; no thought or dream or longing in him ever reached her. And yet several times in her life she had seen the stars.
My body is damaged from music in two ways. I have a red irritation in my stomach. It’s psychosomatic, caused by all the anger and the screaming. I have scoliosis, where the curvature of your spine is bent, and the weight of my guitar has made it worse. I’m always in pain, and that adds to the anger in our music.