Quotes About Assassin

Paranoia's the assassin's bedmate

Kalam knelt beside Quick Ben, studied the man's face for a moment, the slack expression, the closed eyes. Then he slapped the wizard. Hard. Quick Ben swore, then glared up at the assassin. 'I should crush you like a bug, Kalam.' 'Right now, I think,' he rumbled in reply, 'a bug's fart might blow you right off this ship, Quick.

I'm changing, Daniel. I was drawn back to the city in spirit, and led the woman into the ancient land. She is a follower of mine. And yet an assassin.

Wait," she called. She too stood, the chair skidding behind her. I didn't turn fully, but glanced over my shoulder. "Yes?" "What's your name?" she asked. "Eden Black." I paused. "Alien assassin. Don't worry. I will take care of EenLi." Her "thank you" echoed in my ears as the door closed behind me.

You sent an assassin to kill a baby," I said. "A baby. My best friend's daughter." "If it helps, I wavered before issuing the order.

Cambridge by moonlight was light blue and brownish black. There was no mist here and a great vault of clear stars hung over the city with an intent luxurious brilliance. It was the sort of night when one knows of other galaxies. My long shadow glided before me on the pavement. Although it was not yet eleven o'clock the place seemed empty and I moved through it like a mysterious and lonely harlequin in a painting: like an assassin.

Gillman smiles, in the cold manner of an assassin. It's like looking in the mirror.

You're sleeping with an assassin, running for your life every single day from men who want to kill you and you're convinced you're going to die of discomfort.

Noir assassin de la Vie et de l'Art, Tu ne tueras jamais dans ma mémoire Celle qui fut mon plaisir et ma gloire !

I get to play a 58-year-old time-traveling assassin. The role had a lot of layers to it that I knew would be fun to break down and figure out the motives behind.

Prosperity was the handmaiden of peace, and the assassin of discontent.

Arya slid her dagger out and drew it across his throat, as smooth as summer silk. His blood covered her hands in a hot gush and he tried to shout but there was blood in his mouth as well. "Valar morghulis," she whispered as he died.

So long as she could kill with a whisper, Arya need not be afraid of anyone . . . but once she used up the last death, she would only be a mouse again.

In that moment, Xcor thought of each of his fighters. Zypher, the sexual conqueror. Balthazar, the thief. Syphon, the assassin. And the other one who had no name, and too many sins to count. So he was referred to as Syn.

Not that I want to put the entire rap music style down - I just don't like it. And I know somewhere there's gotta be another guy like that. There's gotta be a guy just like that - just like me. There's gotta be somebody, somewhere... Maybe, maybe an assassin type.

Michael, to me, he was an assassin. He was one of those guys that prepared himself extremely well and was relentless in his attacking. And there are a few guys who have that mentality. I think Kobe Bryant has that type of mentality, and LeBron has that type of mentality.

My dad was a quiet assassin. He was really charming and smiley and softly spoken, but he could knock you out in a second.

What has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created? No martyr's cause has ever been stilled by an assassin's bullet...

He had a clean shot, but he also had an informal rule of trying not to kill anyone within an hour of landing in a new country

He wasn't a good talker under the best of circumstances. If she needed someone killed, he was her man, but trying to sound suave and sophisticated was far beyond any ability he had.

His cousin would be immediately suspicious she was an assassin come to kill him. He wouldn't have minded so much. His cat was content, and at that moment so was he. It would have been a good moment to go out.

I don't have a nickname. But, hey, they can call me what they want - The Silent Assassin, The Underground King. In Japan, they call me American Knuckle Star. Call me what you want.

I like the idea of being the funny guy in the dramatic thing, playing a hit man with a weird sense of humor.

In this we may be alike, Assassin, you & me: we believe We want what's best for humanity. I'll probably survive Dancing with the kinds of people who must find refuge Among the sweat & rancor of a Fish & Chicken Shack But Assassin, they'll probably murder you. Do you ask, Why you should die for me if I will not die for you? I do.