Quotes About Tension

So long as you use a knife, there's some love left.

There seems to be endless capacity for strife in your system." "Of course there is. Doesn't that fit human nature?

Gary Mark Gilmore: Go down on me, partner... I need it Nicole Baker: Don't call me partner. Gary Mark Gilmore: No, darlin'... I love it... I love it Nicole Baker: Yeah, you and seven other motherfuckers.

For an instant there was an ominous stillness, quieter and more silent than ever before, as if even the air was holding its breath.

So the whole war is beause we can't talk to each other.

What kind of rescue is this, where you toss the prisoner a knife and stand and wait to see what happens?

Another oral exam, huh?' Peter said. 'Shut up, Peter,' said Valentine. 'You should relax and enjoy it,' said Peter. 'It could be worse.' 'I don't know how.' 'It could be an anal exam.

But when you're already going crazy from confinement, it doesn't matter how much you like somebody, how much you love them, how grateful you are for their kindness to you. They will make you nuts. Everything they do grates on you like a bad song that won't get out of your head.

I think Russia agreed to it because they're facing a revolt of the Islamic States.

Bean sighed inwardly. It never failed. Whenever he had any conversation with Ender, it turned into an argument. Bean hated it.

it's for people like that, short-sighted, suicidal people, that we're pushing Ender to the edge of human endurance.' 'I think you underestimate Ender.' 'But I fear that I also underestimate the stupidity of the rest of mankind. Are we absolutely sure that we ought to win this war?' 'Sir, those words sound like treason.' 'It was black humor.

In our wars with the west," said Lankowski, "we learned to bury everything that we did not want blown up. Individually-targeted bombs were first tested on Arabs, did you know that? The archives are full of pictures of exploding Arabs.

The suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

Life is a nightmare that prevents one from sleeping.

White pussy is nothin but trouble.

He looked at the boy. You wont shoot, he said. That's what you think. You aint got but two shells. Maybe just one. And they'll hear the shot. Yes they will. But you wont. How do you figure that? Because the bullet travels faster than sound. It will be in your brain before you can hear it. To hear it you will need a frontal lobe and things with names like colliculus and temporal gyrus and you wont have them anymore. They'll just be soup.

They came three times for the old man. At first it was just the Sheriff and Gifford. They were one foot up the porch steps when he swung the door open and threw down on them and they could see the mule ears of the old shotgun laid back viciously along the locks. They turned and went back down the yard, not saying anything or even looking back, and the old man closed the door behind them.

The Apache wrenched his pony's head around and when Glanton spun to look at his men he found them frozen in deadlock with the savages, they and their arms wired into a construction taut and fragile as those puzzles wherein the placement of each piece is predicated upon every other and they in turn so that none can move for bringing down the structure entire.

Toadvine was four steps above him and when he kicked him he caught him in the throat.

A dimly seething rabble had coagulated within.

You care if I say somethin. Say it. Why don't we do what we said and just trade like he wasnt here. Damn if you aint awful hard on a man. Callin on him to follow his own advice. It's hell aint it.

The roar of the pistol in his face chopped it off and the size of the silence that followed was enormous.

Beauty and fear make uneasy companions

But after all, the villains are the salt in the soup of a story.