Can't make an omelette without killing a few people.

I already killed you once today, what does it take to teach some people?

How much of MY BOIS, YOUR BOIS, or SOMEONE ELSE BOIS gatta drop before ya'll catch yall head and ease up bey? Strugglin' for THUG LIFE is a WEAK DREAM. Takes more balls to let a man LIVE than to KILL HIM. Get yall head together

Kill no more pigeons than you can eat.

There is no shame in feeling bad about having to kill. The shame comes when you no longer care.

A while ago?” Anaxantis asked. “Yes, he raped me a while ago. Exactly nine months and two days ago. What's that? Nine months or nine minutes. It's the same. And it is in the past, you say? Then why is it still happening, every day, every time I close my eyes? Every time I hear someone behind me, and I don't know who it is? How is it that I get an almost irresistible urge to kill anyone who happens to touch me unexpectedly? Tell me, Hemarchidas, how do I forgive, let alone forget, something that is still happening, that keeps happening over and over? How? How do I do that?