Some werewolves are hairy on the inside.

Working with him was sort of like trying to defuse a bomb with somebody standing behind you and every now and then clashing a pair of cymbals together. In a word, upsetting.

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.

Revenge and retaliation always perpetuate the cycle of anger, fear and violence.

Anger is the enemy of non-violence and pride is a monster that swallows it up.

I will see my father in every anger.