I didn't want to kill a man. I'm not capable of killing a man. I wanted to kill a tyrant.
Whatever amuses, serves to kill time, to lull the faculties, and to banish reflection. Whatever entertains, usually awakens the understanding or gratifies the fancy. Whatever diverts, is lively in its nature, and sometimes tumultuous in its effects.
Some part of us still believes that men should kill.
What am I supposed to do while you’re gone? (Shahara) Think up ways to kill me while I sleep. (Syn)
True revolution comes from true revulsion; when things get bad enough the kitten will kill the lion.
There are worse things you can do to people you love than kill them.
Right now religion has the romantic aura of the forbidden - Christ is cool. We need to bring it into the schools, which kids already hate, and associate it firmly with boredom, regulation, condescension, makework and de facto segregation. . . Prayer in the schools will rid us of the bland no-offense ecumenism that is so infuriating to us anticlericals: Oh, so now you say Jews didn't kill Christ - a little on the late side, isn't it?
There was a striking example of this in Pakistan when the US sent in Special Forces, to be honest, to kill Osama Bin Laden. He could easily have been apprehended and caught but their orders were to kill him.
We'd also have to infiltrate the army too, because they are well trained to kill us all.
don't do things that kill you.
I absolutely admit I had him in the handcuffs so he wouldn't go anywhere while I checked the computer. . . I certainly wasn't going to kill him. That's hardly going to do my career any good, is it?
Your fear that your parents will actually kill you for dropping out of college is something that I think a lot of children of immigrants would maybe relate to.
The Mollusks—generous hosts when they weren’t trying to kill you.
Thou shalt not kill; but needst not strive officiously to keep alive.
I do not wish to kill nor to be killed, but I can foresee circumstances in which these things would be by me unavoidable.
Just listen,” she said. “You can’t kill him in cold blood. ” “Whyever not?” Ye gods grant me patience. “Because he’ll be dead,” she said as patiently as she could, “and Lady Clara’s reputation will be stained forever. Do not, I pray you, do anything, Lord Longmore. Leave this to us. ” “Us. ” “My sisters and me. ” “What do you propose? Dressing him to death? Tying him up and making him listen to fashion descriptions?
Everybody tends to overplay live. That's just the nature of playing live. And that can be great, but it can also kill something that's special, and intimate, about a recorded version of a song. You find out very quickly which songs you can play, and which songs you do damage to by playing them live.
Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.
It may be that. . . when the advance of destructive weapons enables everyone to kill everybody else nobody will want to kill anyone at all. [Referring to the hydrogen bomb. ]
McDonald's announced that it's considering a more humane way of slaughtering its animals. You know they fatten them up and then kill them. You know the same thing they do to their customers, isn't it?