Quotes About Confrontation

I'd put two .45 slugs in him from fifteen feet. Pretty much does the trick. If it doesn't then your only logical ammunition upgrade is Kryptonite. But

I kicked Beaky Nose in the nuts with the toe of my shoe, very, very hard. I have big feet and my shoes have steel toes. This is never good news for the sorry son of a bitch whose balls get in the way of my rage issues.

You, however, are a psycho bitch who shot my dog.

Instead of sitting down at lunch counters, Wallace vowed to stand in the entranceway to keep blacks out of the University of Alabama.

Am I a dog," he roared, "that you should come at me with a stick?

looked him in the eye. He said, 'I ain't a hard man, Mr. Bear, but I ain't gonna

Baine lunged, grabbing hold of the guy's arm. Baine lunged, grabbing hold of the guy's arm, but the guy fired, once, twice, and Baine fell. But the gun fell too, just enough time for me to fire, and I did, again and again, until the gun was out of bullets.

Connard!—T'es un salaud!—Va te faire foutre!

Combat with these weapons is face to face, hand to hand, personal. When face-to-face combatants share a common tongue, complex speech occurs between them. The American Civil War was the last time in our own history when both sides spoke the same language.

Well,' Lockwood said, "if you judge success by the number of enemies you make, that was a highly successful evening.

Is it just me,' Kipps said, 'or does that boy need punching?' 'It's not just you.

He gripped me tighter around the waist and pulled me to him. "No," he said into my ear. "No, Lucy. That's not the way it's going to be.

I'd never punched an old lady before; I didn't have any problem doing so now.

What kind of life was it, to sit dumbly in the dark, in living fear of death? Better to go out and face it, head-on.

a minute!" I felt that queasy sensation in my stomach that you always get when they dismiss you. Like someone sucking out your insides through your back. They have to say it three times to get rid of you, if you're keen on sticking around. Usually you're not. But this time I remained where I was, two glowing eyes in an angry fug of boiling smoke. "Do you know what you are asking

I had a chance at him now. Things were a bit more even. He knew my name, I knew his. He had six years' experience, I had five thousand and ten. That was the kind of odds that you could do something with.

Jabor finally appeared at the top of the stairs, sparks of flame radiating from his body and igniting the fabric of the house around him. He caught sight of the boy, reached out his hand and stepped forward. And banged his head nicely on the low-slung attic door.

Argument is the worst sort of conversation.

War! that mad game the world so loves to play.

The last time I saw Wade, I attacked him with an office chair. The time before that, I jammed a lit cheesecake up his ass and almost burned his balls off. So it's understandable that his first reaction upon seeing me is to flinch and assume a defensive posture.

What do you mean by that, Paul?" We are ending our sentences with names, which is the equivalent of fighters circling, looking to throw the first punch.

If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots.

Give us what belongs to us in peace, and if you don't give it to us in peace, we will take it by force.

She was busy trying to stab me to death with her umbrella and I was busy trying to dodge." He made a little face. "She was better at her stabbing than I was about dodging.