In the face of indescribable violence, in the face of unconscionable evil, you’ve looked out for each other, and you’ve cared for one another, and you’ve loved one another. This is how Newtown will be remembered. And with time, and God’s grace, that love will see you through.
Are we really prepared to say that we’re powerless in the face of such carnage, that the politics are too hard? Are we prepared to say that such violence visited on our children year after year after year is somehow the price of our freedom?
Simon: What happens if they board us?
Zoe: If they take the ship, they’ll rape us to death, eat our flesh, and sew our skins into their clothing. And if we’re very, very lucky, they’ll do it in that order.
Jayne: I’ll kill a man in a fair fight, or if I think he’s gonna start a fair fight… If he bothers me, or if there’s a woman… Or if I’m gettin’ paid. Mostly only when I’m gettin’ paid.
Eurybiades lifting up his staff as if he were going to strike, Themistocles said, “Strike, if you will; but hear”.
John Teller: Most of us were not violent by nature. We all had our problems with authority, but none of us were sociopaths. We came to realize that when you move your life off the social grid you give up the safety that society provides. On the fringe, blood and bullets are the rule of law and if you’re a man with convictions violence is inevitable.
John Teller: I never made a conscious decision to have the club become one thing or another. It just happened before my eyes. Each savage event was a catalyst for the next. And by the time the violence reached epic proportion, I couldn’t see it. Blood was every color.
Gus: Great, I just beat up Santa Claus.
Jessica: You punched a reporter.
Brody: Oh, he’ll live.
Jessica: In front of Chris.
Brody: He’ll live, too.
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.
The art of creation is older than the art of killing.
Apollo: So, what’s the charge this time?
Starbuck: Striking a superior asshole.
Apollo: And I bet you’ve been waiting all day to say that one.
Starbuck: Most of the afternoon, yeah.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
It’s not enough to be able to pick up a sword. You have to know which end to poke into the enemy.
Ron Burgundy: Boy, that escalated quickly. I mean, that really got out of hand fast.
Champ Kind: It jumped up a notch.
Ron Burgundy: It did, didn’t it?
Brick Tamland: Yeah, I stabbed a man in the heart.
Ron Burgundy: I saw that. Brick killed a guy. Did you throw a trident?
Brick Tamland: Yeah, there were horses, and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident.
Ron Burgundy: Brick, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. You should find yourself a safehouse or a relative close by. Lay low for a while, because you’re probably wanted for murder.
Not a man to mince words. People, yes. But not words.
Can one imagine that The Bomb could ever be used “in a good cause”? Do not such means instantly, of themselves, corrupt any cause? The bomb is the natural product of the kind of society we have created. It is as easy, normal, and unforced an expression of the American way of Life as electric ice-boxes, banana splits, and hydro-matic drive automobiles.
Watson: Sergeant Donovan was just explaining everything. Two pills. It’s a dreadful business, isn’t it? Just dreadful.
Holmes: Good shot.
Watson: Yes, yes must’ve been from that window.
Holmes: You’d know. Need to get the powder burns out of your hands. I don’t suppose you’d serve time for this but let’s avoid the court case. Are you alright?
Watson: Yes, of course I’m alright.
Holmes: Well, you have just killed a man.
Watson: Yes I know. Yes, that’s true isn’t it. But he wasn’t a very nice man.
Tony Soprano: I’m serious. The wrong person finds out about this and I get a steel-jacketed anti-depressant right in the back of the head!