Quotes About Violence

Most people aren't attacked by colors.

I love to hit people. I love to.

Something is wrong here, and it's more than easy access to guns or violence on TV. It's about lack of love and attachment to loving people early in life.

Delimitation is always difficult. The world is one, life is one. The sweetest and most heavenly of activities partake in some measure of violence - the act of love, for instance; music, for instance.

Americans love to read about violence.

If you love with violence and you hate with violence there is nothing that can be questioned.

Except for the scale of the operation, there was nothing unusual about Hitler's massacre of the Jews. Genocide's an old tradition, as human as mother love or cherry pie.

All women love semi-rape. They love to be taken.It was his sweet brutality against my bruised body that made his act of love so piercingly wonderful.

The traits of our sexual culture are still speechlessness, loneliness, violence and not enough desire and love.

I love splashing the blood around.

War is the suicide of humanity because it kills the heart and kills love.

Waking up from a dream of violence is much the same as waking up from a dream of love. You must go on living your life.

If you liked El Salvador, you're going to love Colombia. It's the same death squads, the same military aid, and the same whitewash from Washington.

The kind of violence one should fear is always quiet and comes all wrapped up in words like Love until you live with it daily and you value only that which is valuable to the violator.

Without love, violence will change the world; it will change it into a more violent one.

The world is dyed with the color of blood. It will never be able to go back to the way it was before.

If I could be any famous person, I'd be John Wilkes Booth, because I'd love to shoot Abraham Lincoln in the face

A crime of violence against one of us is a crime of violence against all of us.

Hi my name's Quarry. I'm in town to blow your favorite professor's brains out. Can you tell me whether you're planning to stop by his place this afternoon, so I can pick a time when I wouldn't have to spray your fucking brains against the wall, too? Thanks!

S]he was in a pretty crazy place, screaming and waving the bucket-knife around, spattered with blood from head to toe. Lee was lying on the floor, quietly pumping out his life through his throat.

She threw off her coat and hefted the machine gun concealed inside it. It was a Vektor SS77: heavy and awkward, but capable of nine hundred rounds a minute. Four steps to her right took her out of the crowd. She dropped to her knee and squeezed the trigger.

me. Glendin, there have been cowardly legal murders

There is no need for reason in a mob. One has only to cry, "Kill!" and the mob will start of its own volition to find something that may be slain. Also

mines don't work that way. They don't blow up a human body, they take off a leg or ankle or the family jewels. That's what they're designed for, not to kill people, but to wound 'em so the army will spend valuable resources keeping them alive, and then send 'em home in a wheelchair so Ma and Pa Civilian can be reminded every time they see 'em that maybe supporting this war isn't such a good idea.