Flannery O'Connor Quotes

The men would kill me.

I'm scared of any fighter I've ever fought because they are some dangerous people to be dealing with.

In this man’s smile was all the unfairness of the world in its thuggish seduction. “Just come with me. We’ll take care of you.” “No, you won’t.” Taylor stroked the man’s cheek. She reached her arms up to cradle the back of his head and, with the skill of a champion, she broke his neck. Then she dragged him into the bushes, took his gun and walkie-talkie, and kept moving.

All men kill the thing they hate, too, unless, of course, it kills them first.

You back a big cat into a corner and somebody is going to get bloody.

When you carry a gun, you mean to harm somebody, kill somebody.

There can be no peace with someone who wants to kill you.

You live by the gun and knife, and die by the gun and knife.

The enemy is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he's on.

Without game, men prey on each other.

It goes without saying that when survival is threatened, struggles erupt between peoples, and unfortunate wars between nations result.

If you believe that their real intention is to kill you, it isn't unreasonable to believe that they would lie to you.

Fighting, you have to be selfish.

You have to fear the wounded animal.

What don't kill me... Had better start running!

Be prepared to do whatever you have to do. If you get put in a situation where your back is up against the wall let your gun go off.

Alright...here's the deal. What's happening in this piece is very simple, over here on this side...you see that there is a very scared little kinda guy over there...wanna know why he's scared? Because this guy over here is trying to eat him.

They want us dead,' said Bond calmly. 'So we have to stay alive.

If you let them kill you, they will

Never," he spat out, "kick a man who is pointing a gun at you.

If you would force me to be unarmed and helpless I would have to do everything in my power to neutralize you... Peace and love will get you killed. That doesn't sound like a hippie.

All the general fear I've been feeling condenses into an immediate fear of this girl, this predator who might kill me in seconds. Adrenaline shoots through me and I sling the pack over one shoulder and run full-speed for the woods. I can hear the blade whistling toward me and reflexively hike the pack up to protect my head. The blade lodges in the pack. Both straps on my shoulders now, I make for the trees. Somehow I knew the girl will not pursue me. That she'll be drawn back into the Cornucopia before all the good stuff is gone. A grin crosses my face. Thanks for the knife, I think.

Men are fighting... because they are convinced that the extermination of adversaries is the only means of promoting their own well-being.

It's like kill or be killed, that's my thing basically.

We can and must turn this around. If you're going to kill someone just pull the trigger.