Quotes About Violence

The pseudo-conservative, Adorno writes, shows "conventionality and authoritarian submissiveness" in his conscious thinking and "violence, anarchic impulses, and chaotic destructiveness in the unconscious sphere.… The pseudo-conservative is a man who, in the name of upholding traditional American values and institutions and defending them against more or less fictitious dangers, consciously or unconsciously aims at their abolition."1 Who is the pseudo-conservative

We are not concerned with the morality of the Dreadnought. Her purpose was always ugly and wicked, and she was, like any weapon of violence, a symptom of man's baser characteristics.

If the experience of the Third Reich teaches us anything, it is that a love of great music, great art and great literature does not provide people with any kind of moral or political immunization against violence, atrocity, or subservience to dictatorship.

Religious war at its simplest is killing each other over who has the best imaginary friend.

The priest I didn't talk to at all, because I didn't want to have to hide his body afterward.

We live in bloodbath times... and looks like tonight is bath night.

You can't talk to people like that. Soldiers, corporate execs, politicians. All you can do is kill them, and even that rarely makes things any better. They just leave their shit behind, and someone else to carry on.

Dig down into the blood depths of hormonal bedrock, where violence and sex and power grow fibrously entwined. It's a murky, complicated place down there. No telling what you'll drag up once you start excavating.

He storms down in savage joy, to meet all the waiting blades and hate.

Mais souvenez-vous de la faiblesse des armes. Ce ne sont que des extensions. Vous êtes le tueur et le destructeur. Vous êtes complet, avec ou sans elles.

He picked one at random, a luridly violent far-future crime novel about a detective who could seemingly exchange bodies at will, but the subject matter was alien to him and his attention drifted. It all seemed very far-fetched.

We're all small and harmless once, Archidi. But we all grow up. And some of us grow up needing killing.

The priest I didn't talk to at all, because I didn't want to have to hide his body afterwards.

He is as corrupt as the rest of them. As all the materialists.' 'Yeah, but give him his due. If his daughter ever gets raped, he's unlikely to beat her to death for dishonouring him.' She flinched. 'You are talking about an isolated incident, this is not—' 'Four.' I held out my fingers, rigid in front of her face. 'I'm talking about four isolated incidents. And that's just this year.

I felt a cold circle of metal touch the base of my skull. That's exactly what you think it is, a calm voice said. Yo do the wrong thing, and the cops are going to be picking bits of your cortical stack out of that wall for weeks.

Richard K. Morgan

A robe-straining belly offered itself. I stepped in and the Tebbit knife leapt upward, unzipping. I went eye to eye with the man I was gutting. A lined, bearded visage glared back. I could smell his breath. Our faces were centimetres apart for what seemed like minutes before the realisation of what I had done detonated behind his eyes. I jerked a nod, felt the twitch of a smile in one clamped corner of my mouth.

In the twenty years following the Supreme Court's decision in the Civil Rights Cases, 3,000 lynchings occurred.

There is violence in this supposedly tender heart of mine.

Those in the middle got killed; governments and terrorists survived. At

Those who survive, or excel, or overmaster are merely those who are better organised and wave bigger guns; those who are better at killing.

The first time she slit a man's throat she felt sick to her stomach. The second time? Not so much.

Don't you want to know what happened?" Jack asked Alec as he tilted his head toward the man he'd killed. "I figured he didn't get your order right.

We were moving because Eric's office had moved there, and commutes from Bay Ridge to Long Island City uncomfortably reminded us of Latin American immigrants knifed to death by bigots in subway cars en route to one of their three jobs at two in the morning.