Quotes About Aggression

Make a necklace out of his teeth and bathtub duckies out of his dried-up balls…

Bug!" Francis exclaimed. "You're a—" His words choked off with a rasp as I jerked my arm. "Bug?" Jenks shouted, incensed. "You sack of sweat stink. I've got farts that smell sweeter than you. Think you're better than me? Poop ice cream cones, do you? Call me a bug! Rachel, let me do him now!

Drab? Soldier yelled. I'll give you drab. Beat her, would you? Beat my wife? I'll feed your head to the vultures, you snotty little hamster with your golden pelt and buttery looks!

No amount of culture or civilization can subdue or hide the wanton violence in man.

When you deal with naked power from an inferior position, perspectives get distorted. He was the aggrieved party and yet he felt guilty and would continue to do so all his life.

Boys love hitting each other in the face. I guess it's the next best thing to a kiss.

Sólo hay un ser que dispone de armas que no han crecido con su cuerpo y de las cuales, por tanto, nada saben sus formas innatas de comportamiento; de aquí que no existan las consabidas y eficaces inhibiciones. Este ser es el hombre.

Those swords are mine! Touch them and I'll use 'em to slice off your nut sack! For a coin purse!

I hope they're in town. I want to face them!" Regin stood and brandished one of the two swords that she usually wore in sheaths crisscrossed on her back in addition to the dagger sheath she customarily wore on her forearm. I'll lunch on their balls! That was Regin's new threat: to lunch on enemies' balls. Reege, when you threaten males with that, I don't think it has the result you intend. They think less Lunchables , more tea bag .

Somebody want to explain to me why those soldiers were shooting each other?' (...)'Inbreeding?

At that, the initial mrowr pfft pfft I'd felt transformed into I will cut a bitch.

The largest one laughed. Until Natalya's glass shard plugged his jugular. Regin aimed and pulled the trigger. The gun kicked as bullets sprayed. It was shredding their torsos like cheese, halving their bodies. Let's do this! Rock out with your cocks out!

Just before his lips reached hers, she jerked her head back to whip it forward into his nose. A Glasgow kiss. Distinct cracking sounded. With his nose pouring blood, he squeezed her upper arms, Holly, what the fuck— Using all her strength, she hiked her knee up between his legs. His hands flew to cup his groin as his knees met the ground. You're right, Cadeon. She dusted off her hands. That really was fun.

What about the old standby of kicking a guy in the groin? Try to. Love to...

Omort, put a muzzle on your pet, or I'll make her one from her intestines." She rapped her silver-tipped claws together, and the sound rang out in the chamber. Hettiah lifted her chin, but she'd paled. Sabine had in fact plucked an organ from her. On several occasions. She kept them in jars on her bedside table.

I'll shoot you." "At your bluidy leisure." MacRieve's beast was already stirring. "Let's do this—

But what will I do?" "Sit in here. Contemplate why others might feel moved to throw things at you." As he ducked out of the tent, she yelled, "You leave me tied up like a dog? Then you had better remember that this bitch bites!

swung his arm and chopped the wolf's head from its body, so that it immediately died. As soon as he could raise his axe another wolf came up, and he also fell under the sharp edge of

We should invade their countries, kill their leaders and convert them to Christianity.

Hurting people is my business.

It's just not working. One nation trying to destroy another, one race trying to destroy another, one religion trying to destroy another - It's the same old story over and over again.

If the world were a bar, America would currently be the angry drunk waving around a loaded gun. Yeah, the other people in the bar may be afraid of him, but they sure as hell don't respect him.

To secure respect to a neutral flag requires a naval force organized and ready to vindicate it from insult or aggression.

With his head thrust forward like a ram, Baryba pushed his way through to the front. For some reason this was necessary, he felt with all his guts that it was necessary. He clenched his iron jaws. Something bestial stirred in him, something he hungered for, some murderous instinct. To be with everybody, to howl like everybody, to hit the one that everybody else was hitting. ("A Provincial Tale")