You know, you remind me of my younger brother. I miss that kid, so much that I sometimes regret killing him.

Affirmative precepts are distinguished from negative whenever one is not comprised in the other; thus, that of honoring parents does not comprise that of not killing, and vice versa

Technology is killing us. We think it’s helping us but it’s killing us. Don’t ask me why because I don’t have the time or the attention span to complete that thought. Now let’s all hold hands and draw spider monkeys.

I suppose that saves us from having to determine what to do with a butler who goes around killing people. It certainly reflects badly upon our domestic staff. Still, I shall miss him. There was a man who knew how to brew a good cup of tea.

I don’t believe in murder.

I learned to fire guns at the age of nine or so, but luckily was not out killing people. We zigzagged the streets to escape those trying to kill us. I guess it would have been a matter of time till I turned around with a gun myself, to go after those coming for us. But I was fortunate. The grenade incident was about an explosion which destroyed a section of my school, from a grenade that me and my cousin detonated by accident. We both lived to tell about it.

The long-simmering anger at racism and economic injustice of alienated black youth in the ghettoes [always erupts] into violent and destructive urban insurrections. In every case these “riots” were triggered by police brutality or misconduct, most usually the killing or brutalizing of an unarmed black man.

[Colonel Aureliano Buendía’s] orders were being carried out even before they were given, even before he thought of them, and they always went much beyond what he would have dared have them do. Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction.

It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.

It is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers.

We dread the future only when we are not sure we can kill ourselves when we want to.

It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

We played very well in the penalty killing box. Had some luck, too. After that, we got a lot of confidence.

There’s this ayah from the Quran that my dad always quotes when he sees something bad on TV. A fire or a flood or a bombing. “Whoever kills one person, it is as if he has killed all of mankind… And whoever saves one person, it is as if he has saved all of mankind.” When I was a little kid, that always made me feel better. Because no matter how bad things get there are always people who rush in to help. And according to my dad they are blessed.

To forget a Holocaust is to kill twice

Which is worse? Killing with hate or killing without hate?

To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.

Do something instead of killing time. Because time is killing you.

I know you are here to kill me. Shoot, coward, you are only going to kill a man.
It’s not my fault if reality is Marxist

Find what you love and let it kill you.

I’d like to kill you, you selfish brute. Why didn’t you leave me where you picked me out of—in the gutter? You thank God it’s all over, and that now you can throw me back again there, do you?

Killing me won’t bring back your goddamn honey!

The more we struggle for life (as pleasure), the more we are actually killing what we love

A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefore, if he eats meat, he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite.