Ted Hughes Quotes

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.

That's when I hit the ground. So in the instant that that round landed and blew me in the air, I had those separate and distinct thoughts. The guy who was standing right next to where I had been standing had a hole in his back I could put my fist into.

There's nothing funny about violence. Death is a real thing.

People can dress it up however they want to, but boxing is life and death.

Elizabeth sheathed her sword, knelt behind him, and strangled him to death with his own large bowel.

Which side of the blade is sharper? The lie or the truth? It all seems irrelevant when your jugular is sliced open and you’re lying in a pool of blood for the whole world to see.

They took a baseball bat and whacked open his head. Mummy Boy fell to the ground; he finally was dead. Inside of his head were no candy or prizes, just a few stray beetles of various sizes.

We'll be chopped up before you can say 'King Maggot'.

Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red.

A body came flying out and landed at my feet. At first I thought it was Billy so I picked him up. But when I saw it wasn't I dropped him back down.

Your Grace," she said, "I have only one question. Do you wish this man crippled, or dead?

Everyone wants to see someone shoot someone in the head.

Have you tried to drive a harpoon through a body? No? Tut, tut, my dear sir, you must really pay attention to these details.

War is a bloody, killing business. You've got to spill their blood, or they will spill yours. Rip them up the belly. Shoot them in the guts.

I'm always the one who gets killed. And I want it to be really gory. Body parts all over the place. Mangled!

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another? What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?

I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.

The heart of the matter is that some people like to cause injury or death to living things. And many of those who do not are indifferent to those who do.

I've always thought that sex and horror belonged together.

There is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre.

After I shut the door behind me, I heard Darryl say "of course eating him would work too.

Ares ever loves to pluck all the fairest flower of an armed host.

Death is only a byproduct of terrorism.

I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!