Tamora Pierce Quotes

You know, kicking people's butts with round-edged boots is good, but with pointy shoes, it's even better.

When you see me smash somebody's skull, you enjoy it.

I did not see his face, because he was all covered with blood.

The fact is, violence is not only not a beautiful thing, but it's also very painful and not without consequences for the perpetrator as well as the victim.

When I had my injury, I had gotten hit, and it hurt like hell.

When you're in a fight, and you get hit, it hurts. And as you get older, you begin to take on the aches and the bruises of doing that.

I've had both my eye sockets crushed, I've been set on fire, uh, that was not fun, I've torn a pec, torn biceps.

I broke people's bones, tore muscles, ribs, faces, inflicted some serious and heavy damages to my opponents, etc... I got hurt myself, too, from serious attacks.

Getting hit is not cool.

You must hurt, or be hurt.

As I dive between the legs of a big Gunnar, I see Mair wind up and slam her shockstick hard as she can between the V of another guy’s thighs. Falling, he makes a noise that I can’t say I’ve heard a human utter before, sort of like I imagine a puppy would sound being put through a juicer.

I like it better that people aren't throwing stuff at my face and trying to fight me on stage. Like in the '80s, it was just aggravating all the time... I have scars from cigars and cigarettes on me, Bic pens, burns from cigarette lighters, all that.

My back is so scar-tissued that you couldn't find a place to slip a knife.

I have a stab wound on my left hip and one on my thigh and a slash mark across my right calf. I have a bottle stab wound on my left calf.

The problem to me is violence. It's not cool to kill somebody or hurt people.

I'll beat him so bad he'll need a shoehorn to put his hat on.

Violence is not funny.

When you've got your man down, rub him out.

You don't hurt 'em if you don't hit 'em.

I ended up injuring her with a knife I had on me. I can't really remember what happened.

When I jerked it out the head remained in my leg, where it remains still. There were a couple of inches of blood on the shaft of the arrow when I pulled it out.

I have a hard time watching people getting punched on screen; I have to close my eyes a lot.

I looked, and saw that Bob had entirely lost his left ear, and a large piece from his left cheek. His right eye was a little discoloured, and the blood flowed profusely from his wounds.

I got hit twice in the face, and that was not fun.

I broke my finger in a stunt in a very not-too-romantic way. I was just trying to tackle someone, and I just flicked his forearm and then screamed in pain.