Quotes About Savage

We're predators; we don't eat meat because it's handy, we eat meat because we have a taste for blood.

Historian Richard Slotkin has shown how the myth of Indian savagery was required to justify the subjugation of the tribes so that their prairie kingdoms could be seized by the Americans crossing the frontier after 1843. But that image, faithfully passed down by purple-sage novels and Hollywood westerns, is wildly inaccurate.

Savage death and ritual resurrection: upon these lodestones was Liege and Lief erected.

Man is the only animal species capable of conceiving the notion of his own disappearance, and the only one capable of the despair that notion brings. What a strange race: so savagely determined to destroy itself, so savagely intent on preserving itself.

A society in which men recognize no check upon their freedom soon becomes a society where freedom is the possession of only a savage few.

there can be a savage edge.

Why was it, she asked herself, that 'animals can sometimes subdue their predatory ways in only a few months, while humans, despite centuries of refinement, can quickly grow more savage than any beast.

It is like a lake of crystal clear, cool, delicious water. Beautiful, surrounded by good shores, but lying in a savage region. No one can drink from it or bathe in it, or make any use of it at all. Such are the riches of a miser." But if a generous man acquires great wealth, the Buddha said: "His case is like that of the beautiful lake I spoke of, but now it lies near a village or

Since I personified the savage on the stage, I tried to be as civilized as possible in daily life.

If we were not automata at that moment we would continue lying there, exhausted, and without will. But we are swept forward again, powerless, madly savage and raging; we will kill, for they are still our mortal enemies, their rifles and bombs are aimed against us, and if we don't destroy them, they will destroy us.

And just before the heat wave, a rising young British writer had published a scalding essay on Chicago. "Having seen it," Rudyard Kipling wrote, "I desire never to see it again. It is inhabited by savages.

We live, he says, in a creation in which the routine activity for organisms is "tearing others apart with teeth of all types—biting, grinding flesh, plant stalks, bones between molars, pushing the pulp greedily down the gullet with delight, incorporating its essence into one's own organization, and then excreting with foul stench and gasses the residue.

Do we police because we fear we can be savages? Do our barricades from each other belie the blinds that keep us strangers to ourselves?

It seems to me monstrous that anyone should believe that the jazz rhythm expresses America. Jazz rhythm expresses the primitive savage.

True beasts know no gods.

writers are a savage breed, Mr. Strike. If you want life-long friendship and selfless camaraderie, join the army and learn to kill. If you want a lifetime of temporary alliances with peers who will glory in your every failure, write novels.

he ripped out Eldred's throat in one fell bat swoop, and

No one expects a head butt. Humans don't hit things with their heads. Some inbuilt atavistic instinct says so. A head butt changes the game. It adds a kind of unhinged savagery to the mix. An unprovoked head butt is like bringing a sawed-off shotgun to a knife fight. The guy went down like an empty suit.

Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse, said the Hatter, when the Queen bawled out 'He's murdering the time! Off with his head!' How dreadfully savage! exclaimed Alice. and ever since that, the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, he wo'n't do a thing I ask! It's always six o'clock now.

Too much society makes a man frivolous; too little, a savage.

There are various kinds of savagery: emotional, spiritual, economic, and cultural savagery.

The sport [football] is simply more and more identified with violence, both in its inherent nature and in its savage personnel... [The National Football League] now needs a guardian, not a CEO.

Pain's a delusion. Oh, is it? said the Savage and, picking up a thick hzel switch, strode forward. The man from the The Fordian Science Monitor made a dash for his helicopter.

There aren't any lions in England, Lenina almost snapped. And even if there were, the Savage added, with sudden contemptuous resentment, people would kill them out of helicopters, I suppose, with poison gas or something.