Theophile Gautier Quotes

... a bloodthirsty partisan who'd just as soon cut your guts out as look at you.

I have to be excited, I have to have an adrenaline rush about doing something, or it bores me, I feel trapped.

When hopes and dreams are loose in the streets, it is well for the timid to lock doors, shutter windows and lie low until the wrath has passed.

Undressing her was an act of recklessness, a kind of vandalism, like releasing a zoo full of animals, or blowing up a dam.

More blood! More blood!

Mitchell Sanders was right. For the common soldier, at least, war has the feel-the spiritual texture-of a great ghostly fog, thick and permanent. There is no clarity. Everything swirls. The old rules are no longer binding, the old truths no longer true. Right spills over into wrong. Order blends into chaos, love into hate, ugliness into beauty, law into anarchy, civility into savagery. The vapors suck you in. You can't tell where you are, or why you're there, and the only certainty is overwhelming ambiguity.

The most total opposite of pleasure is not pain but boredom, for we are willing to risk pain to make a boring life interesting.

In the sense that anarchy equals freedom, yes. Anarchy means freedom, but it also means chaos.

All hell broke loose.

I would rather have this life of combat than the moral calm and mournful stupor of these last years. God give me struggle, enemies, howling crowds, all the combot of which I am capable.

After that one fitnah, every time it calms down in one place, it starts somewhere else.

It is possible, I suppose, that we are returning to a Dark Age. What is frightening is that violence is not only represented by nations, but everywhere walks among us freely.

The dust will not settle in our time. And when it does some great roaring machine will come and whirl it all skyhigh again.

Like love, destruction can be ecstatic.

War is an unpredictable beast. Once unleashed, it runs like a rabid dog, ravening friend or foe alike. It can drag on for years, a slow attrition of nerve and fortitude, or be over in one brilliant flash, an extravagant conflagration of flame and blood and waste.

Loves a battlefield it's not a one night stand.

The brazen throat of war.

Laws can't control the lawless.

Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.

Of course when you were running with the bottom dogs, what you mostly saw were paws, claws, and assholes.

This is a story of a period between two World Wars - an interim in which Insanity cut loose. Liberty took a nose dive, and Humanity was kicked around somewhat.

We live in stirring times- tea-stirring times.

We've created a more dangerous world. We've created more violence. We've unraveled the fabric of our own society. We've watched everything get worse. We've watched countries be destroyed, and we've watched war become the answer to every question.