Rene Daumal Quotes

Justice is truth in action.

It is worse than a crime. It is a blunder.

It is neither fair nor unfair, Nobody Owens. It simply is

Is a knife evil? Only if the wielder is evil.

Killed by a man with a switch blade knife, for 43 dollars my friend lost his life.

The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed cleanthrough her body as if she were made of water. HISSS!

It is not to everyone's taste that truth should be pronounced pleasant. But at least let no one believe that error becomes truth when it is pronounced unpleasant.

The knife is the most permanent, the most immortal, the most ingenious of man's creations. The knife was a guillotine; the knife is a universal means of resolving all knots.

It requires courage to utter truth; for the higher Truth lifts her voice, the louder will error scream, until its inarticulate sound is forever silenced in oblivion

The truth has no temperature.

There is a point when a personal opinion shades off into an error of fact.

Error is created; truth is eternal.

The bathroom door swings open. Emma sees the blood painting my skin and the red rivers carved on my body. Emma sees the wet knife, silver and bone. The screams of my little sister shatter mirrors.

A man that will go along with six killings is making his escape a little slow.

You must be asking which door is the true one; not which pleases you best

What is that in his hand?" "A cleaver. As in-" "Butcher's knife." "You got it." "I hope not." "He does not look happy." "Are you sure it's a he?" "I don't want to know.

Truth lives in the cellar, error on the doorstep.

I'm for truth, no matter who tells it. I'm for justice, no matter who it's for or against.

An error becomes an error when born as truth.

Objectivity and justice have nothing to do with one another.

The knife is the most durable, immortal, the most genius thing that man created. The knife was the guillotine; the knife is the universal means of solving all knots; and along the blade of a knife lies the path of paradox - the single most worthy path of the fearless mind.

Annabeth came up to me. She was dressed in black camouflage with her Celestial bronze knife strapped to her arm and her laptop bag slung over her shoulder—ready for stabbing or surfing the Internet, whichever came first.

Truth is one, but error is manifold.

Killing a person with a 8 cm ling blunt knife is a bloody affair.

By that which you kill are you bound.