Quotes About Aggression

As a general rule, like counters like. So you can try counterattacking with roverso fendente against roverso fendente, and so forth.

when entering into measure to strike, there should be a clear threat made.

We don't let dogs snap at us. And when they do, we don't kick them, we shoot them!

They tore the trousers of his track suit from his body and turned him over on to his back, grabbing and kicking at his exposed testicles.

I moved fast and had Victoria's head between my jaws before she had a chance to dodge. We spun around in the kitchen, the mouse's head in the cat's mouth, and the cat's head in mine.

Violent men don't have the strength of consciousness and character to own responsibility for what is missing in their own psychological life. They pummel others for not carrying their own anguished souls.

One way, he thought, the whole thing of ring fighting was hurting somebody else, deliberately, and particularly when it was not necessary. Two men who have nothing against each other get in a ring and try to hurt each other, to provide vicarious fear for people with less guts than themselves. And to cover it up they called it sports and gambled on it. He had never looked at that way before, and if there was any single thing he could not endure it was to be a dupe.

and with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and by Jesus he near throttled him.

I'll do him in, so help me fucking Christ! I'll wring the bastard fucker's bleeding blasted fucking windpipe!

Maybe YOU should suck my fuckin' dick. Then we'll see who's GAY.

said. "Whatdid you say?" she said. He shifted his rifle to his left hand and spun her in the opposite direction, then pushed her hard between the shoulder blades, snapping her head back. When she

I've killed men against whom I had no grievance.

I hit him so hard spittle and blood flew from his mouth onto a woman's blouse four feet away. I drove my fist into his kidney, a blow that made his back arch as though his spine had been broken, then I hooked him with a left below the eye and drove a right cross into his jaw that knocked him across a folding table.

We are the predatory swarm!

I ripped her. I shoved my hand in her blouse and jerked. She was wide open from her throat to her belly. "You got that climbing out. You caught it in the door handle." My voice sounded queer, like it was coming out of a tin phonograph. "And this you don't know how you got." I hauled off and hit her in the eye as hard as I could.

Bombs are good. I love bombs.--Iggy

Call me crazy, but there's just something cheering about seeing huge raptors tear into Eraser flesh.

Veins practically popping out of his neck, the jerk leaned out his window and yelled a bunch of swear words, including a new one I tucked away in my brain for future use, if necessary.

Stevie Kosgrov is my very own somewhat demented Dudley Dursley—if Dudley had muscles and serious BO issues and knew how to jam people's heads down toilets to give them a swirly. Yes

Call me crazy, but there's just something cheering about seeing huge raptors tear into Eraser flesh.

slapped him so hard his head smacked against the window we were standing in front of.

Doors slammed. Tires smoked. A pistol came out the

Well, well," Miller said. "Look who it is." He pulled me up and slammed my back into the wall. Then he got right up in my face. I could see the Cheetos in his teeth.

Football and me have never got on. My instinct and love for the harder end of contact had always meant I was perhaps a little too heavy-handed for football. Somehow it left me feeling unfulfilled.