Quotes About Confrontation

When you attack a tyranny you must expect it to fight back. Why not? Why shouldn't it?

If you dial', Iran said, eyes open and watching, 'for greater venom, then I'll dial the same. I'll dial the maximum and you'll see a fight that makes every argument we've had up to now seem like nothing. Dial and see; just try me!' She rose swiftly, loped to the console of her own mood organ, stood glaring at him, waiting.

McFeyffe, Hamilton said, you're going to have to forgive me. Why? Because I'm going to do something fruitless and futile. Because, even though I realize it's useless, I'm going to kick the living Jesus out of you.

Ele está refletindo — disse Coelho —Experimentando a ideia. Não é, Chuck? — É… é — Chuck conseguiu responder. Agora tinha certeza de que Lorde Gosma Veloz procurara Hentman. Alguma coisa avassaladora e lúgubre se desdobrava diante dele, tomando-o de supetão; sentia-se insignificante no meio daquilo, fosse o que fosse. E não tinha como escapulir.

Sticks and stones, I'll break yer bones, but names ain't worth a quarrel.

Like a wave that has been building it's strength over a thousand miles of ocean, and which makes little stir in the deep water, but which, when it reaches the shallows rears itself high up into the sky, terrifying the shore dwellers, before crashing down on land with irresistible power - so Iorek Byrnison rose up against Iofur, exploding upward from his firm footing on the dry rock and slashing with a ferocious left hand at the exposed jaw of Iofur Raknison.

Me parece que el sitio adecuado para plantar cara a la crueldad es aquel donde uno la encuentra, del mismo modo que es buen sitio para prestar ayuda aquel donde uno se topa con alguien necesitado.

Then in a dazzling moment the black form of the spy-fly hurtled out of the tin and crashed hard into the monkey's face.

It was the most dangerous thing she had ever said. She could see quite clearly that only his astonishment prevented him from killing her at once.

They recruited the most supple and athletic of the cops to train as mounted policemen, and a small kid could be mesmerized just watching one who'd been lazing majestically down the street stop to write a parking ticket and then lean way over in the saddle so as to place the ticket under the car's windshield wiper, a physical gesture, if ever there was one, of magnificent condescension to the machine age.

And talking about books as though something were at stake in a book. Not opening up a book to worship it or be elevated by it or to lose yourself to the world around you. No, boxing with the book.

Because there really are only two choices. We win and they lose – or else, they win and we lose." "There's a third possibility." "What?" he demanded aggressively. "We all lose.

The truth. Men will blind themselves with hot irons, rather than face it.

Are you the Deathwalker?' called the man. 'Yes.' 'You are old and fat. It pleases me.' 'Good! Remember that when next we meet, for I have marked you, Loudmouth, and my axe knows the name of your spirit. Now, what is your message?

I tell you, one more insult and I'll take his curling tongs and ram them so far up his arse he'll be able to curl the damned thing from the inside.

Jon Shannow, the King of Kings has spoken the words of your death. I am Rhodaeul the Hunter. Do you have anything to say before you die?' 'No,' said Shannow, palming his gun and blasting Rhodaeul from the saddle. The Atlantean hit the ground hard, a hammering pain in his chest; he tried to draw his pistol, but Shannow rode forward and fired a second shot that smashed his skull.

Who do you think you are?' Asiron asked, with a dry humourless laugh. 'I'll tell you who I am,' answered Parmenion, the words of Tamis echoing in his mind. 'I am Parmenion, the Death of Nations.

Boy, said Druss, his eyes cold, think well about this venture. For make no mistake, you cannot stand before me and live. No man ever has. The words were spoken softly, yet no one disbelieved the old man.

Evil lives in a pit.

Well," said Decado, "the great Tertullian was once asked what he would do if he was attacked by a man stronger, faster, and infinitely more skillful than he." "What did he say?" "He said he would cut off his damned head for being a liar.

But the baresark loses all fear; his is all-out attack, and invariably he takes his opponent with him even if he falls.

There was something very strange about the way he was super-polite to us, and then turned raging-beliigerent to invisible people on the other end of the phone, What he was shouting looked an awful lot like the kind of stuff that couldn't be fixed-that the people on the other end wouldn't forgive.

How can we run away with you when it's us you've been running away from all this time?

Where are we likely to encounter the most resistance? •