Quotes About Violence

My work means that we have lived in different parts of the world and in each there has always been something to be afraid of. Gangsters, extremist political groups Right and Left tossing bombs into restaurants, hijacks, holdups, a city plumb on the line of an earthquake fault. We have long had a compact, with ourselves, with life; life is dangerous. We live with that; in the one certainty that fear is the real killer.

Raphael, tell him you won't do anything to him if I get 'damaged.' " "That would be a lie, Elena. I would tear out his throat.

Sara held up a hand. 'How exactly did you "decline" his offer?' 'By slitting his throat.

It was a white-collar crime." Illium gave her an odd look. "In the human world, such crimes are lightly punished, though they harm hundreds, leading some to choose death out of despair, while the man who beats a single person is considered the worse criminal.

Did you hear how his head bounced down the steps? Thud, splat, thud, splat.

The Protocol. Silence. A choice made generations ago to wipe out violence, but that had also succeeded in wiping out joy, laughter, and love. It had made the Psy an emotionless, robotic race that excelled in business and technology but produced no forms of art, no great music, no works of literature.

Elena notched a bolt into her crossbow. "Let's go kill that murderous bitch.

No one knows what the Net will be like with emotion -' 'We know,' the Ghost said. 'Before Silence, our race was on the verge of extinction.' Violence and insanity had run rampant, savaging the PsyNet from within. 'Yes, exactly - *before* Silence. The Protocol's changed us, changed the Net. I'm alive today because of what I learned from the conditioning process. We won't go back to what we were.

I want to mutilate and torture every person on the planet who in any way supported Santano or Tatiana, break them until they beg and crawl. Then I want to tell them it'll never end.

Blood fountained in an arterial spray that wet her face, turned the cherry blossoms black, but she was already shoving the blade into his heart and twisting it into so much pulp ... 'Will she be able to make him rise from this?' she asked Raphael, her voice without inflection, without mercy. Slater didn't deserve her emotions, didn't deserve anything but the cold hand of a long-delayed justice.

I will personally nail his nuts to the floor before slicing him to ribbons.

Each hour, every hour of peace was a treasure. War boiled black and violent on the horizon, and when it came, it would engulf the world.

Murder and gore. The world laps it up.

Dude slapped me and then walked away!

Twenty-four hours ago, this had been a place where people lived, worked and planned for the future. Now it was a scene of carnage.

My brother, Stephen, has always said I live in a world of fairy tales. That is laughable, though, because the books I read contain all sorts of murder and mayhem, usually committed with revolvers or knives, and once even a machete.

I rode toward Rudolfo Maldonado's house, planning to murder him before he got his morning shave.

Violence, in all its forms, is integral to the everyday functioning of capitalist society—for it is only through a mix of brute coercion and constructed consent that the system can sustain itself in the best of times. One form of violence cannot be stopped without stopping the others.

The CEO of Monsanto had been disemboweled alive.

In Khushwant Singh's Train to Pakistan, the bloody violence sweeping India after partition has not yet touched Mano Majra, a small village of Muslims and Sikhs on the India-Pakistan border. But in the summer of 1947, the murder of a Hindu moneylender and the arrival of a trainful of dead Sikhs set off a tragic chain of events.

Each time my young brother walked near Smokey, the man reached out and smacked the side of Brandon's head with the back of his hand. Mom refused to even look up from her newspaper as Brandon pleaded with her for help.

Punishments were severe, their harshness underscored by the fact that they were written in blood. At the very least, petty thieves were beaten with whips. Those convicted of stealing property...routinely lost an army or a leg. the most serious offenders were tied to a post, where, as it was stipulated, 'his body shall be taken as a target,' with arrows.

I wouldn't think it was an easy thing to stab someone in the chest. There are the ribs to get through, and one of the roles they play is to stop damage to vital organs beneath. Her killer had known what they were doing.

Killing people is simple. All you have to do is forget the taste of sugar.