Sherrilyn Kenyon Quotes

They promptly tore his fingernails out and he started telling things.

The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

Real joy seems to me almost as unlike security or prosperity as it is unlike agony.

Anyone and everyone eventually confesses under torture.

Squatting on old bones and excrement and rusty iron, in a white blaze of heat, a panorama of naked idiots stretches to the horizon. Complete silence - their speech centres are destroyed - except for the crackle of sparks and the popping of singed flesh as they apply electrodes up and down the spine. White smoke of burning flesh hangs in the motionless air. A group of children have tied an idiot to a post with barbed wire and built a fire between his legs and stand watching with bestial curiosity as the flames lick his thighs. His flesh jerks in the fire with insect agony.

In the first century CE, Roman authorities punished St. Apollonia by crushing her teeth one by one with pliers. Colin often thought about this in relationship to the monotony of dumping: we have thirty-two teeth. After a while, having each tooth individually destroyed probably gets repetitive, even dull. But it never stops hurting.

I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men

Deadly little Miho. She won't let you feel a thing unless she wants you to. She twists the blade. He feels it.

There were two Avoxes with me in prison. Darius and Lavinia, but the guards mostly called them the redheads. They'd been our servants in the Training Center, so they arrested them, too. I watched them being tortured to death. She was lucky. They used too much voltage and her heart stopped right off. It took days to finish him off. Beating, cutting off parts. They kept asking him questions, but he couldn't speak, he just made these horrible animals sounds. They didn't want information, you know? They wanted me to see it.

Man torturing man is a fiend beyond description. You turn a corner in the dark and there he is. You congeal into a bundle of inanimate fear. You become the very soul of anesthesia. But there is no escaping him. It is your turn now.

I think the suffering, violence and cruelty and Guantanamo and the rest is going to go on and on in Iraq.

From such a gentle thing, from such a fountain of all delight, my every pain is born.

Public crucifixion is no fun.

It makes me actually quite angry to think about people writing about torture with a sort of relish. Horrible.

This howling mouth, this head which rolls back and tries to escape.

What happiness is there which is not purchased with more or less of pain?

Man is subject to innumerable pains and sorrows by the very condition of humanity, and yet, as if nature had not sown evils enough in life, we are continually adding grief to grief and aggravating the common calamity by our cruel treatment of one another.

How delicious is pleasure after torment!

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

Happiness is a monstrosity! Punished are those who seek it.

Pleasures are always children, pains always have wrinkles.

Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.

The psychology of brutality was worse than the beatings.

The cruelties committed against the Hottentots exceed everything that is said about it in Cape Town or what can be imagined.

The norm was to kill everyone who was kidnapped. And anyone kidnapped was tortured … torture didn’t always work. It left people too destroyed …Torture is eternal. It has always existed and always will. It is an essential part of the human being …. Not one innocent person passed through my hands.