Slaughter Quotes

War is a calculated and condoned slaughter of human beings.

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.

If the charter of your liberties entails death and despair for untold multitudes, then it is nothing but a license for slaughter.

The war affects me less than it ought. But I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.

Meat-eaters make every day a 9/11 for animals in slaughterhouses.

And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?

It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds. And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?

All this happened, more or less.

Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.

He is in a constant state of stage fright, he says, because he never knows what part of his life he is going to have to act in next

Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops.

Americans, like human beings everywhere, believe many things that are obviously untrue, the monograph went on. Their most destructive untruth is that it is very easy for any American to make money. They will not acknowledge how in fact how hard money is to come by, and, therefore, those who have no money blame and blame and blame themselves.

They do not love one another because they do not love themselves.

As long as there are slaughter houses there will always be battlefields.

It's time to end the cruel slaughter of whales and leave these magnificent creatures alone.

Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is.

That's one thing Earthlings might learn to do, if they tried hard enough: Ignore the awful times and concentrate on the good ones.

Go down any road far enough and you'll come to a slaughterhouse, but keep going and you'll reach the sea.

The gun made a ripping sound like the opening of a zipper on the fly of God Almighty.

I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.

It is just an illusion here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone, it is gone forever.

- Why me? - That is a very Earthling question to ask, Mr. Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber? - Yes. - Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.

The slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny.