Tupac Shakur Quotes

When I'm forced by circumstances to be in a crowd of prisoners, it's all I can do to refrain from attack.

This was a little house, with a ceiling that kept getting higher and higher, a hot place with no windows. This was anger.

Servility always curdles into rage in the end.

Violence, indeed, is the child of suppression.

Waiting turns men into bears in a barn, and women into cats in a sack.

A rose trapped inside a fist.

Someone once said that under the bell jar of compliance, the only thing that blooms is rage.

I am the beast at the end of the rope.

I feel like I've been locked up tight for a century, waiting for someone to release me.

Powerless rage can work miracles.

The Deep South might be wretched, but it can howl.

I kept a straight face while my inner Neanderthal spluttered and then went on a mental rampage through a hypothetical produce section, knocking over shelves and spattering fruit everywhere in sheer frustration, screaming, 'JUST TELL ME WHOSE SKULL TO CRACK WITH MY CLUB, DAMMIT!

I'm sick of this. Call me what you like, say I'm without honor, I don't care. I'm not getting on any more horses to whack you people with a stick.

REVOLUTIONARY: An oppressed person waiting for the opportunity to become an oppressor.

Anger is a brief lunacy.

I'm gonna have to start walking down the street and start hitting people in the head!

I'll put a bullet through my own brain. Let alone wait for stark to do it. Your sister will drive me to it, Howard. No offense.

Some of my stuff, I realize is just rage.

Captain Niall, having apparently resigned himself to losing his quarry, was savaging her horsehair petticoat into teeny, tiny shreds. "Really, what did my poor petticoat do to offend?

He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.

I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.

Where do I come into all of this? Am I just some animal or dog?' And that started them off govoreeting real loud and throwing slovos at me. So I creeched louder still, creeching: 'Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?

Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.

I wanted to kill her and make her eat her fringe. And her knickers.

I'm angry. Yes, I am outraged. Yes, I have thought an awful lot about blowing up the White House.