Quotes About Conflict

Like" is a mild sort of word for what Con and I have," Collin replied, leaning forward to touch noses with the big doofus. Constantine half-closed his eyes and twitched his whiskers back. "I"d go with the deeply twisted interpersonal relationship that a hero has for his nemesis, sort of a Batman/Joker thing, if the Joker suddenly started going down on Batman like a porn-star on Viagra." Jeff looked at him in alarm. "Jesus, Sparky, stop touching my cat!

I can get mad all I want, but they don't mean it. They love me. Sometimes, some creatures, when they get cornered, they forget who loves them and think everybody's the enemy. You don't just leave them alone, cold and afraid, because their instinct takes over and it's wrong. You don't if you give a shit, you know?'

Seriously, Jackson, you dropped a monster on our lap, and then a leviathan jumped out of the toilet and ate it." Jackson chuckled a little at the image. "Well, it was a monster, Mira. Let's hope the leviathan wins.

some people would sacrifice their biggest love for a bigger hate.

Chase and Scott had done rock/scissors/paper/lizard/Spock to get the front. Chase had won with Spock to crush Scott's scissors.)

Yeah, but I didn't like him and you still did it!

We want you here in thirty years, asshole!" had been Jon's final word on the subject, and Deacon found that he didn't have much fight left in him when it came to being separated from Crick.

yelling, snarling, Russian-bear fight about your fucking job and how much I want you to quit. Be prepared. It will not break us up, and I am not drawing a line in the sand, and I am not going to push you away, but I will be heard, do you understand me?

He wants to keep me happy and he wants to keep me fed, he makes sure that I've got blankets and a place to sleep in a bed, but the music in my heart is like a freight train. It goes and it goes and when I stop it, it's like pain, but my brother doesn't see it doesn't hear it doesn't feel it, and all there is to do is shove him out of the way. Don't want to hit my brother with the freight train.

Didn't happen. Won't want this again." He sighed and wrenched himself back. "Yeah, we will," Galen said soberly. John swallowed, legitimately afraid. "I'm a recovering addict—" "And I'm not recovering," Galen said. Those luminous green eyes narrowed and glittered. "Not yet. But I want you. And you need someone. So you need to decide how this is or is not going to happen, because it's an issue.

Did you not know these things would maybe, I don't know, benefit you when we're fighting a war where camels are a form of transportation?

Cause when they're pissed at me, at least they know I'm there," Mackey said. "You spend enough time with a town that wants you to disappear, you realize that you can't do that when someone wants to slug you.

Dad lied to the policeman who came to my room—and he was the nice one. But he got shot, and this other guy is all hard and shit, and he comes pounding on my dad's door and starts yelling at him to get with the program!" "What's the program?

The man I loved would spit on my grave, and he'd make it stick.

Officer Rivers," Dad said, his face stony. "You bothered to follow up?" The officer had super-fair skin, pitted a little from old acne, and it turned rosy in embarrassment. "My partner's a dick,

What have I ever done to you…." There it went, two octaves, and he wrenched it back under his control. "What have I ever done to you that you would hurt me like that?

Peter hit him, and that's how he quit his job.

Yeah," Joey muttered. "For one thing, she voted Republican. I can't stand that shit.

No, cow woman, I was too busy avoiding your great and powerful ass. It was in my way. Now make up for it and go fetch like the peasant you are." "Bitch." "Heifer.

You know, someday I'm gonna top," Cash told him, his brown-eyed gaze absolutely unimpressed. "And I've never done it before, but I'm going to do it with you, and you are going to be at my mercy. Now ask yourself—how badly do you want to piss me off before then? Because you need to pick your battles.

Yes, it's hard to understand," Mikhail growled back. "You have this… this magnificent heart, and you just… try to throw it away. How could you do it?

Yes, well, you did not boycott the place that fed you, even if they stood against everything you stood for.

A pattern called a war.Christ! What are patterns for?

All books are either dreams or swords.