"I do have one slightly crooked wheel upstairs, but everything else is ticking along just four-o, thank you very much."
— Stephen King (The Bachman Books)

"On the warm stone walls, climbing roses were just coming into bloom and great twisted branches of honeysuckle and clematis wrestled each other as they tumbled up and over the top of the wall. Against another wall were white apple blossoms on branches cut into sharp crucifixes and forced to lie flat against the stone. Below, the huge frilled lips of giant tulips in shades of white and cream nodded in their beds. They were almost finished now, spread open too far, splayed, exposing obscene black centers. I've never had my own garden but I suddenly recognized something in the tangle of this one that wasn't beauty. Passion, maybe. And something else. Rage. "
— Meg Rosoff (How I Live Now)

"Men in rage strike those that wish them best."
— William Shakespeare

"Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in the cage."
— Billy Corgan

"This was something she would keep hidden within herself, maybe in place of the knot of pain and anger she had been carrying under her breastbone...a security blanket, an ace up her sleeve. She might never use it, but she would always feel its presence like a swelling secret stone, and that way when she let go of the rage, she would not feel nearly as empty."
— Jodi Picoult (Mercy)

"... all his faces were designed to express rage or loathing. Now that something had happened which really deserved a face, he had none to celebrate it with. As a kind of token, he made his Sex Life in Ancient Rome face."
— Kingsley Amis (Lucky Jim)

"Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean. "
— Maya Angelou

"I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow. "
— William Blake

"You go into the office and take a book or two from the shelves. You read a few lines, like your life depended on reading 'em right. But you know your life doesn't depend on anything that makes sense, and you wonder where in the hell you got the idea it did; and you begin to get sore."
— Jim Thompson (The Killer Inside Me)

"I am very proud, revengeful,
ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have
thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape,
or time to act them in."
— William Shakespeare (Hamlet)