Quotes About Confrontation

Is it better to outmonster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

didn't bother me as I looked at the kneeling figures, and I knew without doubt that if any more of the vampires tried to attack us I'd kill them, too, regardless of apparent age, race, sex, or religious affiliations. I was an equal-opportunity executioner; I killed everybody. I let them see that in my face, in my eyes, and watched fear leak through the toughness on their faces.

you either kill your enemies or you leave them the fuck alone.

them. "I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to leave. I'll gather everyone up, and we'll leave you and your men alone. I'd put a sign above St. Louis for all the hired thugs, if I could." "What would it say?" I asked. "Here is a bigger motherfucker than you are." Jacob

Bet I can blow a hole in your chest before you can crush my leg. You wouldn't dare. Why not? I asked. A touch of fear flowed through his eyes. I am the human servant of a council member. Not impressed, I said. Try door number two.

He was looking at both of us, the gun held easily in his big hands. What's with the sunglasses, bitch? I let the name calling go. They had all the guns. They look cool, I said He laughed then, a warm growly sound. A nice laugh if he hadn't been armed.

Nikolaos had killed Phillip and bitten me to prove how powerful she was. I bet she thought I'd be scared absolutely shitless of her. She was right on that. But I spend most of my waking hours confronting and destroying things that I fear. A thousand-year-old master vampire was a tall order, but a girl's got to have a goal.

shoved the door open with my left hand and hugged the doorsill. It worked like a charm. My gun was pointing at the bad guy's chest. Except his hands were already in the air, and he was smiling at me. "Don't shoot," he said. "It's Edward." I

He'd let his anger take him to a place that his ass might have trouble getting out of, or maybe I just didn't understand the normal branch of the service whose badge I carried. She put her elbows on the arms of her chair, her hands like a double fist in front of her lips. "Second, get the fuck off my desk." Oh, I did understand the normal branch of the service. It worked just like all the others.

I won't be alone with him, Livingston. He'll be alone with me.

He nodded, as if that were the answer he wanted. "She's afraid of you; did you know that?" I smiled, and it wasn't a very nice smile. I could feel the edges curl up with a dark sort of satisfaction. "I hope the little bitch is sweating it out, big time.

How long will you need?" "Two hours, no more." "This had better work," Gaynor said. "Do not threaten me," Dominga said. Oh, goody, maybe the bad guys would fight and kill each other.

I slowed, just a little, one to save energy, and one to let Russell catch up sooner. I took a big breath and prepared. I knew what I wanted to do. But my body had to do it. I couldn't hesitate because my back or my arm or anything else hurt. I risked a glance back, and Russell was almost there, almost on me. I kicked him, full out, straight in the balls.

If something scares you, no matter how small, you gotta face it because if you start failing on the small stuff eventually you'll fail on the big stuff.

I seemed to have only two speeds on problems that hit me emotionally, either putting my fingers in my ears and going la-la-la, or picking up an axe and attacking the issue.

in response to a jealous comment made by Amber] PJ's mouth snarls open. If you aren't going to play nice, my thorny little bush, I think you should return to the dirty playground that you crawled from.

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.

Oppressive bastards, think they own the place. I told them that karma's going to kick their asses....

I see IT in the hallway. IT goes to Merryweather. IT is walking with Aubrey cheerleader. IT is my nightmare and I can't wake up.IT sees me. IT smiles and winks. Good thing my lips are stitched together or I'd throw up.

I closed my eyes and let my enemy win.

I'm not wearing this! I shouted. Wear it or die, Mom shouted back.

I can't let me hear this, but it's too late. The facts sneak in and stab me.

Are you a man-whore? I asked as the loudest group of them teetered away on their high heels. (High heels? Really? At seven thirty in the morning? Shouldn't you actually have breasts before you start wearing heels?)

I dare you to punch me, I said. You? Dare me? He was laughing too hard to say anything else. I shove him. I double-dare you. If you don't have the guts to do it, you're a weenie. I shove again, harder. If you do, you're an even bigger weenie because it's harder to take a punch than to give one.