Quotes About Carnage

All poets adore explosions, thunderstorms, tornadoes, conflagrations, ruins, scenes of spectacular carnage. The poetic imagination is not at all a desirable quality in a statesman.

In the original computer game of Doom, you not only have to kill things. You have to pulverise them.

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

All those decaying zombies eating people and tearing out their guts." She laughed. "Cool!

They had me on my back. And then they all swarmed at once. Bony hands pawed at me. The grunts and groans rang in my ears. I screamed as their sharp fingers punctured my chest - and ripped it open. I kept screaming as they lowered their ugly heads and began to feed.

It was Chaos on Glitter Ice. A massacre of librarians.

I shot her square in the nose and the back of her head blew apart, like a biological firework packed with flesh, bone and hair. Two

She surveyed the carnage behind him. "Did you have fun?"He showed her his teeth. "Yes.

I am not yet sure how to sever the love from the lover without occasioning some degree of carnage.

There's a hole as big as Lucifer's arse in the hull where the powder barrels blew out,

The game-playing aspects of detective fiction came into prominence only after the First World War, as a symptom of people's reaction to carnage and bereavement; there was a hunger for escapism, and readers relished having the chance to solve a puzzle set in a detective story.

You got it. Wham, bam, start the apocalypse, ma'am.

It was a slaughterhouse, the most horrific scene I have ever witnessed...

There are times when everything on earth spits out the stench of human blood

They sat it "Rains Blood" at scenes of battle... you truly...make blood rain

The worst description I ever read was by a best-selling novelist who sized up World War II this way: "The war was just terrible.

War was the ultimate chaos, a pounding, soul-destroying snarl, ending in blown-apart men lying unburied on the cold earth. There was nothing more cosmically chaotic than war.

One by one, and two by two,He tossed them human hearts to chew.

He stared at the broken gun, abhorrence glowing in his mind. "If we fail to stop them out in the provinces, then we will have to make similar guns just to survive. Can you imagine the carnage that will unleash on this world? The damage one man can wreak with such a gun multiplied a thousandfold.

But You know me, O LORD; You see me and test my heart toward You. Drag away the wicked like sheep to the slaughter and set them apart for the day of carnage.

Charging horseman, flashing sword, shining spear; heaps of slain, mounds of corpses, dead bodies without end—they stumble over their dead—