Andrea Dworkin Quotes

As far as thinking about death and murder and various ways of killing people and how people die... I probably have the most twisted mind in Slayer.

People were excited by violence. What, after all, was the sexual act but a voluntarily endured assault, a momentary death?

Extremism means borders beyond which life ends, and a passion for extremism, in art and in politics, is a veiled longing for death.

If you study the history of mankind, it seems to be a history of violence. Certainly the history of art, whether you look at paintings or movies or plays or whatever, is just a litany of murder and death.

Boys play with death as though it were a game, cutting their teeth on daggers.

You're nobody 'til somebody kills you.

The greatest dramas in the world are all about sex, violence and death.

I know death follows me, but I murder him first.

I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.

All your heroes are dead! I killed them!

First, I blow a hole in your face; then I go back inside, and sleep like a baby... I guarantee you.

I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die.

War is murder writ large.

A dead enemy is a joy forever

I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are wide and startled and they trash in your hands as though with an excess of passion.

Beware the beast Man, for he is the Devil's pawn. Alone among God's primates, he kills for sport or lust or greed. Yea, he will murder his brother to possess his brother's land. Let him not breed in great numbers, for he will make a desert of his home and yours. Shun him; drive him back into his jungle lair, for he is the harbinger of death.

Everything has to do with murder.

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword

There is darkness without and when I die there will be darkness within. There is no splendor, nor vastness anywhere; only triviality for a moment and then nothing.

It’s what happens when you shoot someone,” Wayne pointed out. “At least, usually someone has the good sense to get dead when you go to all the trouble to shoot them.

the function of militarism is to kill. It cannot live except through murder.

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms, can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then?

Just one more thing. I kill Snow.

With respect to duels, indeed, I have my own ideas. Few things in this so surprising world strike me with more surprise. Two little visual spectra of men, hovering with insecure enough cohesion in the midst of the unfathomable, and to dissolve therein, at any rate, very soon, make pause at the distance of twelve paces asunder; whirl around, and simultaneously by the cunningest mechanism, explode one another into dissolution; and, offhand, become air, and non-extant--the little spitfires!