Ruta Sepetys Quotes

Here stands a girl clutching a knife. There is grease on the stove, blood in the air, and angry words piled in the corners. We are trained not to see it, not to see any of it. . . . Someone just ripped off my eyelids.

Burning is no answer.

The brutalization of humans by other humans never fails to get to me in some angry-making way. It shot up in me like an explosion.

Fear is the parent of cruelty.

I was physically abused and I retaliated.

Mother beat the hell out of us. She'd have wild outbursts.

War can be fun for certain people. It's a magnet for sadists, losers, and angry dreamers.

Violence is like a weed - it does not die even in the greatest drought.

Hate breeds violence.

We build a fire in a powder magazine, then double the fire department to put it out. We inflame wild beasts with the smell of blood, and then innocently wonder at the wave of brutal appetite that sweeps the land as a consequence.

Violence does not contribute to anything.

Violence and chaos were an ever-present part of the world that I grew up in. And unfortunately, it wasn't just in my family. Sometimes, you'd see, you know, Mom fighting with one of her boyfriends. But a lot of times, you'd see people exploding on each other in a local restaurant or on the street.

I'm not stupid. After you just punch me, I'm not gonna be like, 'Alright, let me do that again.'

I like hurting people.

Domestic violence and violence against women in general seems to be a big problem everywhere in the world. It seems to me this problem comes from stress, pent up anger, frustration, and all kinds of negativity within human beings.

Awash in a flood of hostility and despair, they battled and railed and shattered their bodies on one another, unable to find one strand, one sobering swallow of solace.

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would remind me of birds trapped inside a closed room, flinging themselves against the windows and the walls, against each other.

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.

If I beat my against this desk, maybe things will make sense," Angela murmured. "Or if I beat someone else's head against this desk...." She eyed Jared speculatively

I'm even afraid to lay down with you at night, because when you go to bed at night, mean woman, you got an ice pick in your hand.

I don't care if you got knocked up. I can still rip your throat out

I walked in on my folks doing it doggy style less than four hours ago." "Waitress!" Jonas screamed, clicking his fingers madly. "Bring two!" then, more quietly,"You want a neck massage? A bedtime story? A bullet in the ear?

He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.

Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.

I wanted to kill her and make her eat her fringe. And her knickers.