Veronica Roth Quotes

Getting hit is not cool.

Violence is not funny.

I’ll whip his ass!

I just like punching loudmouths in the face.

I'm not stupid. After you just punch me, I'm not gonna be like, 'Alright, let me do that again.'

Violence does not resolve. It always leads to more violence.

If he could hurt you, Bill Romanowski would hurt you.

Sometimes you knock someone out, sometimes you just beat 'em.

I don't like getting hit.

I said I fell down. Ah. The ground bloodied your nose, split yer lip, and punched ye in th' eye, all at once. I said I don't want to talk about it.

The incident with Dawn hadn't been one of my finer moments. I honestly hadn't expected to break any bones when I shoved her into a tree. Still, the incident had given me a dangerous reputation. The story had gained legendary status, and I liked to imagine that it was still being told around campfires late at night. Judging by the look on the girl's face, it was.

Well, if you’re through taunting poor Mike, are you ready to go? (Nick) You give me any lip, little boy, and there won’t be enough left of you to run through a sieve. (Zarek)

I like it better that people aren't throwing stuff at my face and trying to fight me on stage. Like in the '80s, it was just aggravating all the time... I have scars from cigars and cigarettes on me, Bic pens, burns from cigarette lighters, all that.

I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace.

If you lay a hand on me I'll ram your testicles so far up inside your abdomen it'll take a heart surgeon to get them out.

I forgot how it feel like to have the top of my foot hurt so bad from kicking people on the face.

The man running toward me is not a man, he is a boy. A shaggy-haired boy with a crease between his eyebrows. Will. Dull-eyed and mindless, but still Will. He stops running and mirrors me, his feet planted and his gun up. In an instant, I see his finger poised over the trigger and hear the bullet slide into the chamber, and I fire. My eyes squeezed shut. Can't breathe. The bullet hit him in the head. I know because that's where I aimed it.

You beef wit me, I'm-a even the score equally. Take you on Jerry Springer and beat your ass legally.

Suppose I lay down on the pavement and you run over me a few times with my own car...just for old times.

Next time you want to hit me hit me with a baseball bat or a crowbar!

You killed my Dad." Any trace of kindness or sympathy vanished from Rixon's eyes. "Well this is awkward.

When my nine goes buck, it will bust your head like a watermelon dropping 12 stories up.

Mr Lorry asks the witness questions: Ever been kicked? Might have been. Frequently? No. Ever kicked down stairs? Decidedly not; once received a kick at the top of a staircase, and fell down stairs of his own accord.

She use to knock me out until her face broke out.

When Chong made to sit down next to her, Lilah drew her knife and stabbed the point into the earth between them. "I can see that you need some quiet time," he said and scuttled quickly away.