Quotes About Violence

Question: What's Detroit without guns? Answer: Cleveland.

No gangster is ever happy when he's at peace. The main reason he's in the business is to eliminate his enemies.

A gangster must always be prepared to kill a friend. It is one of the many open secrets of the business, since it is the truest test of his ability to rule and command the respect of his crew. To eliminate a sworn enemy requires little more than opportunity, luck and the willingness to pull a trigger. But to end the life of someone once considered close, regardless of any previous betrayal, requires a determination that few men possess.

Before Maddocks could blink, Angie reached down and thrust her hand between Leo's legs, grabbing him by the balls. He froze. She held. Eyes locked with the old cop's, she squeezed.

taunted me with a bottle, saying they would push it up my butt. I was terrified that if I was the only one who stuck my neck out and told the truth of what we all saw, I'd be outed and worse. I honestly believed they might beat and kill me if I came forward and ratted on them and Jon and the other team members.

herself to her knees. The floor was rotted wood. He unsheathed the knife he'd taken from her, and he sliced through the rope securing her wrists. She winced as her left arm fell free. Eugene reached for the jacket zipper at her neck. With a ripping sound he yanked it down and pushed open her jacket. He slid it off her shoulders. Her jacket fell to the ground. He punched her

He will fucking kill Mia Reiter and the people behind this. He will rip their throats out with his own bare hands.

There were photos of steel grappling hooks in the meat shed where the Watt Lake Killer had hung, gutted, flayed, and bled out his victims like slaughtered deer. Photos

I've had a tense couple of days. And I've got to tell you, burning someone's face off sounds like a great way to relax.

Sticks and stones may break your bones, but Chinese throwing stars get you a dozen stitches.

Thwart, I said. To prevent someone from accomplishing something by means of visiting gratuitous violence upon his smarmy person. I'm pretty sure that isn't the definition. Sarissa said. It is today.

I lunged, low and quick, and drove about a foot of cold steel into his danglies. Hey, I don't care what kind of fearie or mortal or hideous creature you are. If you've got danglies, and can loose them, that's the kind of sight that makes you reconsider the possible genitalia-related ramifications of your actions real damned quick.

I would hit you on the head with a rock and drag you away from this. But it would only shatter the rock.

Because nothing says flattery like a gun to the head.

Animals do not do what they have done. Animals kill to eat, to defend themselves or their own, and to protect their territory. Not for the joy of it. Not for the lust of it...Only humans do that, wizard.

What's with that?" Butters screamed, his voice high and frightened. "Just covering his head with his arms? Didn't he see the lawyer in the movie?

Thwart: to prevent someone from accomplishing something by means of visiting gratuitous violence upon his smarmy person.

Dismembering monsters with a chain saw is one thing. People are another." "Yeah. People are easier." "Bob," I growled. "They're people.

Humans are scared of just about everything. Problem is, their first reaction to be scared- Is to kill it.

but all the things Science had promised us hadn't come to pass. Disease was still a problem. Starvation was still a problem. Violence and crime and war were still problems. In spite of the advance of technology, things just hadn't changed the way everyone had hoped and thought they would.

I'm going to use them to track him down and thwart him. Thwart? Sarissa asked. Thwart. I said. To prevent someone from accomplishing something by means of visiting gratuitous violence upon his smarmy person. I'm pretty sure that isn't the definition, Sarissa said. It is today.

Whatever had killed him, it hadn't been human. His face was gone, simply torn away. Something had ripped his lips off. I could see his bloodstained teeth. His nose had been torn all the way up one side, and part of it dangled toward the floor. His head was misshapen, as though some enormous pressure had been put upon his temples, warping his skull in.

Do you know what I think? Marcone said. You think we should shoot Nicodemus in the back at the first opportunity and let Michael dismember him. Yes. I drew my gun. Okay.

I mean, a lot of teenage guys fail in their first relationships. Not many of them murder the girl involved.