There's something about rhetorical violence that is ugly and worrying.
Oh words, what crimes are committed in your name? ~Jack or The Submission
My words are my bullets.
Words matter. Especially if you're kicking someone's ass in words with friends.
You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.
Not to beat a dead horse (a phrase that the index says “normalizes violence against animals”), but you used to have to get a graduate degree in the humanities to write something that stupid.
Commenting on the published “The Stanford Guide to Acceptable Words.”
Each of these failures for me is a failure of communication, via a mode of communication that can be violent or meant to behave violently. Butler provides a way of thinking about how language becomes an instrument of violence. And why we feel it as such.
Literary revolution and revolutionary literature did not create a beautiful new world but instead divested literature of its basic nature, promoted violence, and, by resorting to linguistic violence, made a battlefield of this domain of spiritual freedom.
My words are my sword.