Quotes About Violence

Everybody has their field. My field is the multiple murderer.

There is simply no proof that warfare in small-scale societies was a rarer or less serious undertaking than among civilized societies. In general, warfare in prestate societies was both frequent and important. If anything, peace was a scarcer commodity for members of bands, tribes, and chiefdoms than for the average citizen of a civilized state.

In the aftermath of the shooting, John did not experience any sense of relief at having survived the lethal series of assaults. Nor did he gloat over his victory. In fact, he was horrified that he had caused such severe physical damage to another human being. It didn't help that some of his fellow officers seized upon this opportunity to call him "back shooter" and other phrases used in police humor as a way of dealing with the trauma of violence.

the need for gun control laws and a new moral climate.

Whenever purity is paramount, terror is close at hand.

Chaos and barbarism, which always threatened to overwhelm the movement, sharply increased as bin Laden took the helm.

On one hand we go like hell for every terror cell we can find, we penetrate it, we destroy it. On the other hand, there is a much bigger need for a political solution.

Everyone who is not happy must be shot.

The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can't lick 'em, join 'em. If it hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else.

Violence gains nothing, killing wins nothing -- only sometimes nothing is what people want. Death is what they want. And they get it.

It was easy to share when there was enough, even barely enough, to go round. But when there was not enough? Then force entered in; might making right; power, and its tool, violence, and its most devoted ally, the averted eye.

They had learned that the act of violence is the act of weakness, and that the spirit's strength lies in holding fast to the truth.

When men set out to kill and bully, they dress up. Suit of armor. Combat boots. Uniform.

The reaction to death is sometimes as violent as death itself. Shock throws a cautious coolness over your senses, but your stomach still has knots, your skin stings as if the Reaper is glaring at you as well.

Nowadays you don't go around on the street kicking people, punching people -- because if you do (makes gun shape with hand), well that's it -- I don't care how good you are.

These are hard times. Imperial death-pangs are never pleasant; and it seems we find ourselves in the midst of the geo-political playground when the empire is thrashing about in a vain attempt to maintain its idolatrous pursuit of wealth and power, seeking to be "great again," seeking to demonize those whose own violence it fears.

Enough, a person might say, if that person lived in the civilized world, the world of movies and television and fair play and decent restraint. But Reacher didn't live there. He lived in a world where you don't start fights but you sure as hell finish them, and you don't lose them either, and he was the inheritor of generations of hard-won wisdom that said the best way to lose them was to assume they were over when they weren't yet.

He picked up the wrench and broke the guy's wrist with it, one, and then the other wrist, two, and turned back and did the same to the guy who had held the hammer, three, four. The two men were somebody's weapons, consciously deployed, and no soldier left an enemy's abandoned ordnance on the field in working order. The doctor's wife was watching from the cabin door, all kinds of terror in her face. "What?" Reacher asked her.

Nobody heard the two shots, but plenty of people saw Warren's head explode, or felt the wet gore splatter them, or saw his headless body drop to the ground, blood pouring from his neck like a dropped carton of milk.

Duncan said, "Unless it's an actor, rapper, or politician who gets shot.

Mostly South America and Mexico the last few years. The drug cartels like to dismember their enemies, throw them in a pit, and set them on fire. The authorities hire me to help identify the dead," Daniel said. Now Eve knew what he meant when he said that he'd slept in worse places than a cot at the Lost Hills station. "I also worked that plane crash in Texas and the apartment building fire in Oakland.

Someone ripped a baby from a mother's womb," Eve said. "Getting the monster who did that is worth all of our resources." She'd surprised herself by saying that, more by the vehemence behind it than the words themselves.

if you so much as move a eyelash, Barkley, I'm going to blow your guts all over this country-side!

Sex and racism have always been tied together. Look at the thousands of black men who got lynched and castrated. The reason the Klan came into being was to protect white southern women.