Quotes About Aggression

I do think certain kinds of music can make you violent. Like, when I listen to Nickelback, it makes me want to kill Nickelback.

You wanna do this...you wanna go right now...do you want to, GO?...then go get The Rock a bologna sandwich because this doesn't concern you.

Lennox Lewis, I'm coming for you man. My style is impetuous. My defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious. I want your heart. I want to eat his children. Praise be to Allah!

One lady wrote me and told me how she wants to see me get beat up and near death and that kind of stuff.

Rulers who want to unleash war know very well that they must procure or invent a first victim.

When I see these guys write all this macho stuff I want to smash their heads.

I'd like to improve on running plays. I want to see if I can hurt some more people. To me, I don't think I'm out there hurting enough people.

I was a power dunker. I want to go straight up, put it down on somebody. I want everybody under there.

Hitler will have no war (does not want war), but we will force it on him, not this year, but soon.

We've got to do everything in the world to make sure we kill Frank Gore's head. We want him running sideways. We want his head sideways.

I'll beat you up right now if you want me to.

Pride is bad, stress is good. I don't want to feel confident. I want to feel rage. Endless, all consuming rage.

We all understand that America feels so angry, they want to get somebody, but you can't just have lots of planes and guns and ships and make everybody do your bidding.

When you're playing a tough guy, all the other guys want to be tough right back at you and it amps them up.

My guitar wants to kill your mama.

Only the fool wants to go into battle to beat someone for the satisfaction of beating someone.

Even the beasts succumb to such aggression. Killers among your kind, among my kind, are just that – the savagery of beasts mated with intelligence, or what passes for intelligence. They dwell in a murky world, sir, confused and fearful, stained dark with envy and malice. And in the end, they die as they lived. Frightened and alone, with every memory of power revealed as illusion, as farce.

Every body that darted within his reach he grasped, twisted, bent and broke.

Shall I loose the fleas on my head to rend your worthless flesh from your jellied bones?

The woman moved in a blur, one elbow driving backwards into the assassin's stomach. She twisted round and drove her knee into the man's crotch. A shout burst from Kalam as he reeled back a step, then fell to the ground with a heavy thump.

There would always be, he now understood, those for whom violence was righteous. Sudden

War is not a natural state. It is an imposition, and a damned unhealthy one.

Rallick followed this by driving his other knife into Orr's chest.

I sometimes think we only invented war when we ran out of animals to kill.