Quotes About Kill

In his reflections on rebellion, Albert Camus argues that one cannot kill unless one is prepared to die.11 But that argument does not seem to apply to soldiers in battle, where the whole point is to kill while avoiding getting killed. And yet there is a wider sense in which Camus is right. Just

Don't buy anything," he said. "It's full of lead." "I don't care," I said. "We're old. It won't have time to kill us.

Don't worry about it. If I'm wrong, Security is monitoring me every second. That just means they'll know who to charge with your murder, said Forrice. Are you always this optimistic? I have to be an optimist, explained Forrice. I won't have anyone to tease if they kill you.

You may be frustrated to see how susceptible to authoritarianism people in these early stages are, especially because, as C. S. Lewis famously quipped, they may be as willing to kill for their faith as die for it.

When physical genocide ran its course, cultural genocide followed, reflected in the "compassionate" counsel of Captain Richard Henry Pratt: "A great general has said that the only good Indian is a dead one. In a sense, I agree with the sentiment, but only in this: that all the Indian there is in the race should be dead. Kill the Indian in him, and save the man." Then

stay his arm. "Dalton, don't! It's bad luck to kill a raven!" Her intervention, and the bird unexpectedly ducking, caused him to miss an easy kill.

All assassins had a full-length mirror in their rooms, because it would be a terrible insult to anyone to kill them when you were badly dressed.

Assassins did have a certain code, after all. It was dishonorable to kill someone if you weren't being paid.

I never understood that story, anyway," said Nanny. "I mean, if I knew I'd got a heel that would kill me if someone stuck a spear in it, I'd go into battle wearing very heavy boots—

They turned and looked him up and down. He could see the disdain in their eyes. They probably got through dozens like him every day. "Not got a daughter?" said one of them. "Wants people to kill dragons and he hasn't got a daughter?" Vimes felt, in an odd way, that he ought to support the lord of the city. "He's got a little dog that he's very fond of," he said helpfully.

Many an ancient lord's last words had been, You can't kill me because I've got magic aaargh.

All I want to know is why a party of Fey wanted to kill me," I said heatedly. The beetle's lips twisted enough to show fang. "Doesn't everyone?" Radu hustled me out the door before I could find out if the vamp's plump little carcass would fit into his overstuffed desk.

He's a war mage. They're almost impossible to kill." He scowled. "Even on purpose.

Truth hurts. But lies can kill.

I wasn't—" I began. I didn't—" He began. How charming," V'lane cut us off. His voice arrived before he did. "The very portrait of human domestic bliss. She's on the floor, you're towering over her. Did he strike you, MacKayla? Say the word and I'll kill him.

There are ledgers. Those I kill. Those I reward." "There are legends. You used to be one." "I am a legend." "Dani's a legend. Not you." "This Dani appears to matter to you." "Always." "Perhaps you had a funny way of showing it.

How do you kill a vampire?"-Mac "Hope hes not"-Barrons

Your pretty college boy isn't so pretty anymore." "He isn't my pretty college boy." Our gazes locked. "But I still think he's pretty pretty," I said, just to antagonize him. See you in bed with him like I saw in the Silvers, I'll kill him. I blinked. I did not just see that in Barrons' eyes.

I never avoid battle. Tuck tail and run isn't in my blood. Problem is, I only know two ways to fight: kill clean or kill messy—both of which involve killing unless I'm up against that feck Ryodan who can pluck me from hyperspeed and kick my ass ten ways to Tuesday.

Only humans kill with hate. When you kill, you must kill like an animal.

Who among the Fae likes you enough to do that favor?" I knew the answer to that. No one. "The one I didn't kill when I demanded it. After I killed the other two." I smiled faintly. One word: badass. I want to be Jericho Barrons when I grow up.

A panicked kill makes for a soured stew.

you don't love anyone either. An argument could be made that you only ever do one of three things to the people closest to you: make enemies of them, kill the people they love, or get them killed. Careful. You're on thinner ice than you've ever been with me.

Are these soldiers really our enemy, or only the worst reflection of our own selves?... We made them. We have to unmake them, not just defeat or kill them.