Quotes About Violence

Two murders and an act of arson. Junior was being a bold boy this evening

Why would someone cut out his heart? Michael shrugged. Souvenir. Sexual gratification. Dinner.

People scare me more than anything, for I know too well the savagery of which humankind is capable. To

Maybe you're not a believer, but if you're honest, you'll have to agree that something is wrong with this place. Senseless violence, corrupting envy, greed, blind hatred, and willful ignorance seem to be proof that Earth has gone haywire, but so is the absurdity that we see everywhere.

The bloody-minded murder those whom they envy, and for what they covet.

Norman Bates was happy just dressing up like his mother and stabbing people," Chief Porter said, "but Hannibal Lecter has to cut off their faces and eat their livers with fava beans. The role models have become more intense.

A FRIGHTENED, ANGRY, FOUR-HUNDRED-POUND, antisocial chef with a combat shotgun never leads to anything good.

In a world sick with envy that leads to coveting that leads to greed that too often results in violence, it wouldn't seem that something as small as excellent muffins could lift a man's spirits, even during talk of murder. But that is the way of the world: sadness and delight, anger and forbearance, hatred and love—all woven together in every inch of the tapestry.

the most identifying trait of humanity is our ability to be inhumane to one another. I

kitchen radio brought news that the jihadists who had the previous day seized an ocean liner in the Mediterranean were now beheading passengers.

Considering the extreme violence and the cannibalism, Carson thought the public ought to be unduly alarmed. But his position was not elected, and having come from a city in which political power mattered more than any other force in society, he knew the folly of asserting the full truth of anything when those who had ascended through the ballot box preferred to support a version of the truth made more palatable to the voters.

In their humility, they can't easily see themselves as the spine and heart of the world, but if they don't eventually understand their value, the necessity of their resistance, the future will be an ugly realm of madness, oppression, and endless violence.

this was an America where fascists didn't pretend to be antifascists, didn't conceal their faces behind black masks, operated openly and boldly; this was an America ruled by brute intimidation, harassment, and violence.

Everyone who was murdered in Pinehaven County or died by accident received the personal attention of Carson Conroy, who had come here to escape the senseless violence of the city.

not the perpetrators claimed a just and noble cause. Throughout history, whole societies that seemed stable have imploded when self-righteous narcissists, enflamed by insane ideologies, so threatened the larger population of the sane that soon everyone feared to stand against the violence, whereupon madness accelerated.

mind, human and inhuman, in a rapture of blood lust and violence, will be an existence more horrific

Ross Morrant, the bodyguard, was sprawled in a mess of blood, mayonnaise, mustard, and salami.

They feed on violence, but they feast on the despoiling of what is good.

The world's crawling with people who don't respect anyone or anything, but we're supposed to respect them, have compassion for the killers because they've been so poorly treated by life.

Every year in this war and that, even in our own cities, countless children are killed, while those who spray the bullets—or plant the roadside bomb, authorize the use of nerve gas, send the drone with the Hellfire missile that strikes the wrong target—shed not a tear, referring to those tender deceased as mere "collateral damage," if they acknowledge

the wake of the shriek, gunfire erupts. One, two, three shots.

There was a time to take refuge in the arms of those you loved, and there was a time to stand up to great evil and be not bowed. If you didn't know the difference, then you were doomed to perish about two-thirds of the way through the story, when the narrative needed a jolt of violence and emotion.

Some are street thugs who will kill you for the contents of your wallet or merely for the thrill of it.

On a mutual dare, they killed for the first time when they were fifteen. They enjoyed it. And satanism justified it. Gosset called it "just another way of believing.