Quotes About Conflict

In one hand I have a restraining order, and in the other I have a Taser. Which would you like to meet first?

How do you like your peace now, motherfucker?

Weren't we having a mutiny?

We don't get to choose our battles.

It's just a reminder that war favors the rich. The ones who can leave, do. The ones who can't, suffer." Kiva was silent for a moment. Then, "Fuck you for having a conscience, Tomi.

Don't bring a spoon to a toothbrush fight

I'm a seething cauldron of disconnected rage on the inside, Lieutenant." "Ah, repression," Keyes said. "Excellent. Try to avoid taking a potshot at me when you finally blow, please." "I can't promise anything, sir," Alan said.

You seem tense," Kahurangi said to them. "Of course I'm tense," Niamh snapped back. "We have a stupid plan." "You're just saying this because it's my plan." "I'm not just saying it because it's your plan, and also, yes.

It's not the trees, you dense argumentative spoon

Firebomb the place," Laertes said, from the room he and Brent shared, where he was playing a video game. "No one's firebombing anything," Brent yelled back to Laertes. "Yet," Laertes replied. "You can't firebomb your way out of every problem," Brent said. "You can't," Laertes called back.

This is what happens when the Narrative takes over. Things quit making sense. The laws of physics take a coffee break. People stop thinking logically and start thinking dramatically.

Szilard looked over at Robbins. "Is it true?" he said. "Which part, sir?" Robbins said. "That you don't like General Mattson," Szilard said. "He can take some getting used to, sir," Robbins said. "By which he means I'm an asshole

You can't afford anthropomorphic biases when some of the aliens most like us would rather make human hamburgers than peace.

It's war, you jackasses," Keyes snapped. "I'm sorry it's not terribly convenient or comfortable for you.

I don't think I like you," she said. "This has been a recurring theme in my life

The Jenna Situation, as you recalled it now, had been fraught with fraughtiness.

Traitorous, murdering garbage, from your fucking glitterdumpster of a mother on down.

There's no but. You're right. It's just a reminder that war favors the rich. The ones who can leave, do. The ones who can't, suffer.

Fear enters the room and sits down in a chair and with a polite smile asks to open negotiations.

I don't appreciate the suggestion that I'm acting irrationally," he said. "Then don't act irrationally

Although, honestly, watching authors fistfight is like watching geese play Jeopardy. There's a lot of honking and squawking but no one ever gets to what they're supposed to be doing.

Fighting someone who was intimately aware of your internal state of mind made it an interesting extra challenge.

I'm going to shoot him twice now. We still need to bring him in alive, I said. I didn't say I was going to kill him, Powell replied. Just that I was going to shoot him twice.

It's better to be a dog in peace, than a man in war.