Quotes About Aggression

People who like boxing like my style.

My running style was kind of just head-on, because I couldn't dance.

The American people need to be aware of how the Chinese Communist Party is coming after us, not just with missiles and military might, but with plans to subdue the American spirit.

If I see an opening, I'll go for the submission.

I've been doing everything people like to see: knock people out, and submissions, and go in there to fight.

Everybody would rather get a quick submission, a quick knockout.

I don't take a guy down just to hold him, I look for damage and submissions.

I always go forward and try for the knockout or submission. I'm going to finish my opponent. I'm not going to try to win by decision.

The striking game is always a lottery game, so I prefer to take the safe situation. Submission is the best for me. I'm the guy looking for it all the time.

I'm a guy who looks to put the pressure and come out with the knockout or the submission.

I have observed that baseball is not unlike war, and when you get right down to it, we batters are the heavy artillery.

When I began playing the game, baseball was as gentlemanly as a kick in the crotch.

The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving.

The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving on.

If SCUM ever marches, it will be over the President's stupid, sickening face; if SCUM ever strikes, it will be in the dark with a six-inch blade.

Las armas hablaban lenguajes distintos, pero pronunciaban la misma palabra: ¡muerte, muerte, muerte!

Anyone contemplating world war is certifiably insane, no matter how calm they seem.

Race Some bite from the others A leg an arm or whatever Take it between their teeth Run out as fast as they can Cover it up with earth The others scatter everywhere Sniff look sniff look Dig up the whole earth If they are lucky and find an arm Or leg or whatever It's their turn to bite The game continues at a lively pace As long as there are arms As long as there are legs As long as there is anything

if Westerners deem themselves too smart, too moral, or too soft to stop aggressors in this complex nuclear age, then—as Socrates and Aristotle alike remind us—they can indeed become real accomplices to evil through inaction.

Again, wars do not really end until the conditions that started them--a bellicose government, an aggressive leader, a national policy of brinksmanship--are eliminated. Otherwise, there remains a bellum interruptum , much like the so-called Peace of Nicias, when Athens and Sparta agreed to a time-out in 421 B.C., before going at each other with renewed and deadly fury in 415 B.C.

Big Stupid leapt up. Little Duane had a gun. Big Stupid punched Little Duane so hard his whole family tree died back to the Middle Ages.

Mark Anthony had established ascendance the day before by springing claws like flick knives and hissing like a maddened cobra. Dirk had rolled on his back and ratified the peace treaty before the ink was dry, like a dog of sense.

The best defense is a good offense.

If I'm going to get hit, why let the guy who's going to hit me get the easiest and best shot? I explode into the guy who's trying to tackle me.