John Burns Quotes

I think the brutality is important to convey as part of the story, to see how brutal it is to have these kids in battle with one another.

Never mind a world that can't see past brutality.

The suffering caused by the terrorists is the real torture.

Atrocities are human nature - they don't have political beliefs, color, creed or anything like that. They just happen, it's human.

War is an ugly thing but not the ugliest of things.

Horror is the natural reaction to the last 5,000 years of history

Strangely, I have a huge aversion to movies that try to teach healthy people an abusive lesson about the darkness in the world.

I am filled with fear and tormented with terrible visions of pain. Everywhere people are hurting one another, the planet is rampant with injustices, whole societies plunder groups of their own people, mothers imprison sons, children perish while brothers war. O, woe.

Despair often breeds disease.

Terrorism is contempt for human dignity.

I spent four days and four nights just covered in blood, falling in the water.

I couldn't stand the idea of bloodshed, casualties.

Through my mind, is just the horror of these people. I had been held by them, I knew how violent they were.

War dehumanizes everyone.

I am profoundly fascinated by cruelty, fear, horror and death. My films show my preoccupation with violence, the pathology of violence.

War is organized murder and torture against our brothers.

There is no life to be found in violence. Every act of violence brings us closer to death. Whether it's the mundane violence we do to our bodies by overeating toxic food or drink or the extreme violence of child abuse, domestic warfare, life-threatening poverty, addiction, or state terrorism.

These days, our senses are bombarded with aggression. We are constantly confronted with global images of unending, escalating war and violence.

My mind revolts and my soul cannot support the weight of so much evil: theft, rape, pillage, deaths, and murders, fires and devastation; the virgin violated, the cry of the widow and the orphan; the father armed against his son and each one looking for his brother to kill him; of those who have migrated; of the thousands who have fled; of the bodies stretched out in the public streets; of the bones which cover the fields and of so much blood shed on Venezuela’s soil.

To look upon the massacre of our fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers, and if we speak we are called savages ….

Bullets, beatings and bombings—not bullshit!

It is futile to expect a hungry and squalid population to be anything but violent and gross.

Nothing endurable can be produced on a soil soaked with blood and moved by violent agitations.

It is impossible not to notice that our world is tormented by failure, hate, guilt, and fear.

Several inhabitants have been killed and wounded, and nearly sixty within a short time carried into confinement and robbed of their property, and unless some protection is afforded, those who are of ability and inclination will retire into the country, and others will make their peace. The ardor of the people, (which is to be lamented,) has abated in consequence of their distresses, so that very little opposition is to be expected from them.