When you kill somebody in this town, they give you his job.
When you find yourself standing on the wall of the Alamo, the outcome has already been decided. The only thing left to do is to kill as much as you can before they kill you.[to Willa]
When a boy that young kills, it’s really never just his fault.
What kind of a god kills your baby but lets you survive?[to Harry]
What a man will kill for, he’ll sometimes die for, too.
We were all sent here to kill Japs, weren’t we? So what the hell difference does it make what weapon we use? I’d use my goddamn hands if I had to.[to Mac]
We own all the judges. What’d be the point of killing one?
We keep killing each other, and that’s exactly what they want. They don’t even have to come over the fence. We do it to ourselves.
We can’t kill our feelings. Our best chance is to kill the hatred that we may hold onto and move on.[to Ciri]
Trying to have me killed is an odd way of saying thank you.
There are two kinds of folks who sit around thinking about how to kill people. Psychopaths and mystery writers.
The truth is I’m not a superhero. And Sands and his men, they’re probably not wearing capes either. They’re real. Killing real people. And in the real world, bad guys win and good guys die.
