Quotes About Violence

The grille of the Caddie plunged right into the middle of the bonfire, scattering smoke and flames and bones to the wind. The Cadillac finally bounced and jolted to a stop among a rain of burning human skulls. The voice of John Fogerty garbled and died. The driver's door opened and John flung himself out, clutching a sawed-off shotgun. He screamed, 'DID SOMEBODY ORDER SOME FUCKING PRISON BREAK WITH A SIDE OF SHOTGUN?

I flung the gun at another one of the monsters, missed, hit an elderly man in a wheelchair instead, toppling him over.

NO!" he screamed at it. "No! Don't you see, you dumb son of a bitch? We don't want to kill you! Can you even hear me, you fucking animal? I will put this through your goddamned neck!

The guy next to him looked like he had covered his body in glue and rolled through a knife store. At the bottom of the feed was a logo that said "LEAGUE OF BADASS.

He then wrestled away the man's gun and "dick-whipped" him with it. I am unclear as to whether or not this means he struck the man in the groin or merely slapped him in the same manner in which he would slap a person with his dick.

John says the men threw him down and intended to execute him, at which point he kicked one of the men in the face and backflipped to his feet. He then wrestled away the man's gun and "dick-whipped" him with it. I am unclear as to whether or not this means he struck the man in the groin or merely slapped him in the same manner in which he would slap a person with his dick.

And have you ever heard the old human saying, 'I want to shoot you so bad, my dick's hard'?

Molech swung and kicked and slaughtered Mexican food with every mighty blow, while a quarter billion extremely confused Blink users watched. And

Inside they'd have found the aforementioned shotgun (a custom-made triple-barrel sawed-off), two hundred shells, Dave's blood-splattered chainsaw, the green mystery box taken from Dave's shed, a bag of Dave's clothes, a bottle of Grey Goose, a bad black velvet painting of Jesus and a fucking flamethrower.

A man lusts to become a god…and there is murder. Murder upon murder upon murder. Why is the world of men nothing but murder?

In my most recent novel, The Eros Project, I have called this age–old habit of people of making war and preying upon each other simply the War. This use is close to what Hobbes identified as the war of all against all, which he thought to be the natural state of man.

Not that you mind the killings! There's plenty of killings in your book, Lord..

There are no tragedies in life, only violent coup d'etats on the state of irrational optimism

It's not history repeating itself in Gaza, it's horror repeating itself

In my books, I never portray violence as a reasonable solution to a problem. If the lead characters in the story are driven to it, it's at the extreme end of their experience.

Although charismatic, James Dean is no Harrison Ford. In the majority of his movies, sooner or later he got the crap beaten out of him.

I slammed the door in her face and applied my bloody shoe to the lurkers in the bathtub,

Americans and their guns," he muttered.

They call an abusive relationship a cycle of violence, when really it's a cycle of hope. It's a cycle of misguided optimism. One day that optimism is gone, if you're lucky.

one blow in anger [would] kill, probably, a child from aged two to eight. Those over eight would take two blows to kill.

Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius — and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction.

A society becomes a breeding ground of violence and terrorism when it closes its door to new ideas and forces the citizens to live in the prison of conforming thoughts.

To reduce violence, stop teaching how to find differences and teach unconditional kindness.

I don't even call it violence when it's in self defense; I call it intelligence.