Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in the cage.

Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

[According to reports from Australia, one fan shouted from the stage] play some Pumpkins ... Can I live my life for today?

Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.

There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out. Of course, the aftermath was less pleasant. Once you'd told everyone you hated them and not to come after you, where exactly did you go?

...and she's thinking of rage, like an ember or a burning acid swallowing up her knotted viscera. Blindness like the kind that leads men to perpetrate horrors, animal drunkenness, the jungles of the mind.