Richard Ojeda Quotes

If one of my players ever wants to hit me, he better do it really hard because otherwise, I'll find a rock, a stick, or a piece of wood - and believe me, it's gonna be a brawl.

We will welcome them with bullets and shoes.

In violence, we forget who we are.

Hate them and strike them.

There is a time for all things—a time to preach, and a time to fight, and now is the time to fight.

Your body is a battleground.

I am ready to fight. My people are killed, my horses stolen; I am satisfied to fight.

Fighting is what I do.

I want to fight.

To me a fight is a fight, it's not a contest or a martial arts competition, it's a fight.

I don't care who, I don't care where. I just want to fight.

Of course I deprecate war, but if it is brought to my door the bringer will find me at home.

Arms are instruments of ill omen, not the instruments of the gentleman. When one is compelled to use them, it is best to do so without relish.

This is war,' I yelled through the door. Lucky for me,' Morelli said. 'I give good war.

... and that's why I kicked your leg out of your leg!

He pushed away from her and raised his arm, forcing his stump into her face. "A Hand without a hand? A bad jape, sister. Don't ask me to rule.

I insist that there is nothing sacred in the life of an invader, and there is no valid principle of human society that forbids the invaded to protect themselves in whatever way they can.

In a war situation or where violence and injustice are prevalent, poetry is called upon to be something more than a thing of beauty.

If someone hits me I consider it a challenge.

Several witnesses describe seeing an altercation in the car between Mr. Brown and Officer Wilson. It was described as wrestling, tug-of-war. Several other witnesses described Mr. Brown as punching Officer Wilson while Mr. Brown was partially inside the vehicle.

People try to challenge me in bars every now and then. As long as they're not physical I just walk away, but if they get physical then I just end up in a fight.

Some nights it was a melee, literally, where I'd be standing trying to defend myself for what I was doing. People would be screaming at me to do my old act, and getting actually violent and angry at me.

I'll get to the force field of this hostility, why it's there, why the rage is in any of us, why the trash takes place, whether or not it's between me and a couple of hecklers in the audience or between this country and another nation, the rage.

I came into this world the way every person on the planet does - with clenched fists.

Nothing is ever done in this world until men are prepared to kill one another if it is not done.