Barry Hannah Quotes

I got beat up sometimes in the girls' bathroom.

I hate bullies. I hate them. I'm not good enough with words to describe how much I hate them.

As kids, there's somehow the fear that these bullies can end your life if they want to. Everything is blown up, and occasionally that kind of awful thing does happen.

The punches came fast and hard, lying on my back in the school yard.

As the father of six children, I want to know that when my wife or I drop our kids off at school they will be safe from predators, crime and violence.

I hate wack niggas, I should really slap niggas.

The last thing I wanted to do was blow up another school.

Melt all the guns, I thought, break the knives, burn the guillotines-and the malicious will still write letters that kill.

In elementary and middle school, I threw kids against the wall. I rubbed their heads in the dirt at recess. I bit them. I even knocked teeth out.

This kind of horror has become all too familiar to us. As parents, Cindy and I offer our prayers to the memory of the slain children and ask that God ease the pain of Littleton's suffering families, ... The students of Columbine High School and children everywhere have a basic right to learn in an environment free of fear and violence. We must redouble our efforts to see that this is a reality.

How you going to stop me, cupcake? Hit me with your book bag?" "If I have to.

My experiences with violence in schools still echo throughout my life but standing to face the problem has helped me in immeasurable ways.

I've come within range of hate. Terrifying, its tremors, its dizzying obsessions. Hate's like a swordfish invisible in the water, knifing suddenly into sight with blood on its blade- clear water misleads you.

A revolution is bloody. Revolution is hostile. Revolution knows no compromise. Revolution overturns and destroys everything that gets in its way. And you, sitting around here like a knot on the wall, saying, “I’m going to love these folks no matter how much they hate me.” No, you need a revolution. Whoever heard of a revolution where they lock arms, as Reverend Cleage was pointing out beautifully, singing “We Shall Overcome”? Just tell me. You don’t do that in a revolution. You don’t do any singing; you’re too busy swinging.

You wonder why we're having shootings and killings here in 2017? Because we've asked for it. We've taken prayer out of school.

Look, you runny-nosed little runt. You're going to back off right now, or I'm going to rip that safety pin out of your nose and pin your mouth shut.

that Englishman who came to challenge me three or four months ago, and whom I killed to stop him bothering me

Kill Japs, kill Japs, kill more Japs!

They are in a dilemma, they are in trouble now. Hate them and strike them.

You are a sick freak who should be beaten.

Those who enjoy the emotion of hating are much like the groups who sate their thirst for blood by hunting and hounding to death helpless animals as an outlet for their emotions.

He who loves the bristle of bayonets only sees in the glitter what beforehand he feels in his heart. It is avarice and hatred; it is that quivering lip, that cold, hating eye, which built magazines and powder-houses.

Readers are bullied in schoolyards and in locker-rooms as much as in government offices and prisons.

I have too much potential for collapse. There's an anonymity that makes people feel safe to participate in hatefulness. I like a good old-fashioned fistfight if people are pissed off at each other. I just feel like if you're really mad and want to have a fight, then put your dukes up.

Any man will follow any feminine looking thing down any dark alley; I've always wanted to see a man beaten to a shit bloody pulp with a high-heeled shoe stuffed up his mouth, sort of the pig with the apple; it would be good to put him on a serving plate but you'd need good silver.