||He could feel his chest rise and fall and quiver but not a breath of air was passing through the place where his nose used to be.
He got a wild panicky eagerness to die to kill himself.
||I am angry and I introspect, examine myself, in order to get rid of anger or to modify or change anger.
||The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all.
||And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit.
||They are riding on their perfect little earlobes and well- shaped nostrils...all surface and no insides..." She had a temper that came close to insanity, she had a temper that some call insanity.
||In awareness there is no condemnation or identification; therefore there is no self-improvement.
||Her sisters were jealous of her because she attracted their men, and they were angry because they felt she didn't make the best use of them.
||There is never a release; and, realizing that frustration, there is depression.
||He tried to swallow but he couldn't because he had no palate and there weren't any muscles left to swallow with.
He began to smother and pant.
||It insults you, it disempowers you, it uses and abuses you.
||There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize.
||So we watch them in brutal solidarity, burning the huts of a poor village.