It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people? It costs everything you are.

Killing is for those with a sick mind.

Fear could drive one to violence as quickly as anger could.

But yeah, like everyone else in our family, they could go from zero to murderous in a fucking heartbeat.

Any religion which demands death for other people is itself worthy of nothing less than it expects for others. In fact, it is probably long overdue.

And he'd kill Lily Ann Denton, put her in the trunk, and go to Arby's.

You call me Red again, Mister, and you won't need one. What you'll need is a pine box and a preacher to read about you lying down green pastures.

His name was Clifton and he was black and they shot him. Isn't that enough to tell? Isn't it all you need to know?

There were in the camp a number of Mexican slaves and these ran forth calling out in spanish and were brained or shot and one of the Delawares emerged from the smoke with a naked infant dangling in...

I aint sure we've seen these people before. Their kind. I dont know what to do about em even. If you killed em all they'd have to build a annex on to hell.

Why should the killers of the world be "the future" and not us?

Violence is not the answer. Terrorism is the most dangerous of answers.

There are very subtle shades of violence, I can assure you. A civilization that renounces the possibility of resorting to violence in thought or deed destroys itself. It becomes a flock of sheep that...

The cost of growth is always a small act of violence.

The last thing we wanted was for the Machiguenga to be sad again. Sadness appeared to bring out their violence.

This calls for a very special blend of psychology and extreme violence.

Of course it was horrible,' smiled Dr. Branom. 'Violence is a very horrible thing. That's what you're learning now. Your body is learning it.

Senseless violence is a prerogative of youth, which has much energy but little talent for the constructive.

Violence does, in truth, recoil upon the violent, and the schemer falls into the pit which he digs for another.

I think Bonzo died. I dreamed about it last night. I remembered the way he looked after I jammed his face with my head. I think I must have pushed his nose back into his brain. The blood was coming...

The fiendlike skill we display in the invention of all manner of death-dealing engines, the vindictiveness with which we carry on our wars, and the misery and desolation that follow in their train,...

The violence of language consists in its effort to capture the ineffable and, hence, to destroy it, to seize hold of that which must remain elusive for language to operate as a living thing.