All men kill the thing they hate, too, unless, of course, it kills them first.

The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.

When analytic thought, the knife, is applied to experience, something is always killed in the process.

So knives out
Catch the mouse
Squash his head
Put him in the pot

Without a target you'll miss it every time.

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.

What are you gonna do? Kill me? Everybody dies.

Besides, he thought, everything kills everything else in some way. Fishing kills me exactly as it keeps me alive.

People are always ruining things for you.

The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.

To kill them you have to use chemotherapy, which has all the side effects and may not always work.

In my experience of fights and fighting, it is invariably the aggressor who keeps getting everything wrong.

Wizards die the same as other men, once you cut their heads off.

"... "Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. So do we.