Conor Oberst Quotes

The Republic will not be destroyed by terrorism.

I marked their location in case Kell wanted to blow them up or something.” “I don’t have to blow up everything I see. I just like to.

I am thinking,’ he remarked quietly, ’whether I shall add to the disorder in this room, by scattering your brains about the fireplace.

I killed the whole world, and you can too, if you try hard.

Do not seek death, seek destruction.

In time of war, if you go through a bad neighborhood, I don't want a little French poodle, I want a Rottweiler on my hands.

Bombs are good. I love bombs."--Iggy

I was all set to blow some crap up.

Battle is an orgy of disorder.

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

As barbaric is we are, it's a miracle we haven't blown ourselves off the face of the earth so far.

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

Terrorists destroy randomly.

One can become enthusiastic over anything. For a time I was delighted with bomb throwing. It gave me a tremendous pleasure to bomb those fellows from above.

We should get inside, beat up the police and bust up the whole building. Where are your guns and bombs?

Blow them [the Russians] off the face of the earth, quick, before they do the same to us. We haven't much time.

Some of them … are tripping one another up, while others are twisting each other and groveling together in the mud, wallowing like swine … Others standing upright, … are attacking each other with blows and kicks … one looks as if he were going to spew out his teeth, unlucky man, his mouth full of blood and sand …. Nobody can easily convince me that men who do these things are not out of their minds.

The men would kill me.

Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war.

If we do not, it will end in bloodshed ... most probably.

I want to cause havoc. I want to cause mayhem - and I mean the worst mayhem you can see.

I like to throw bombs.

People like death and mayhem.

Hardened terrorists are coming here to hit us hard if we don't hit them first.

He whipped the chair around and actually split one of the things in half with the impact, spilling the spray of blood that was reflective, like mercury. John bellowed, "Anyone else want to donate blood to chair-ity?" He ducked into the the door and bashed one monster right in the wig, screaming, "There's some dessert! With a chair-y on top!