There, did you think to kill me? There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea.

Ideas are bulletproof.

Farewell.

There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof.

Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea... and ideas are bulletproof.

God, he's trying to kill me!"
Doubtful, he is most likely aiming for a non-vital area.
"Every part of me is vital!

You can kill a man but you cant kill a idea.

You think you kill me. I think you kill yourself.

Now, let us think our way out of this perplexity. How can you kill me without my suffering any ill effects from the deed?

Darling, I thought of nothing mean; I thought of killing straight and clean. You're safe; that's gone, that wild caprice, But tell me once before I cease, Which does your Church esteem the kinder role, To kill the body or destroy the soul?

If the enemy can think and feel, you might hesitate to kill them. And killing is very important. Better to see them as monsters.

In the end, it is ideas for which people kill each other.

Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.

The message of Christ isn't that you can't kill me. The message of Christ is you can kill me and that's not death.

You have the right not to be killed, unless it was done by a policeman or an aristocrat.

I don't want to kill you.