If (a particular researcher) won't stop when you ask nicely, when you picket in front of his house, or when you burn his car, maybe he'll stop when you hit him over the head with a two-by-four.

If someone is killing, on a regular basis, thousands of animals, and if that person can only be stopped in one way by the use of violence, then it is certainly a morally justifiable solution.

If killing [animal research scientists] is the only way to stop them, then I said killing them would certainly be justified.

I don’t have any doubt in my mind that there will come a time when we will see violence against animal rights abusers.

I think for five lives, 10 lives, 15 human lives, we could save a million, two million, 10 million non-human lives.

If they won't stop when you ask them nicely, they don't stop when you demonstrate to them what they're doing is wrong, then they should be stopped using whatever means are necessary.

Fear is an effective factor in altering behavior.

Whatever it takes to stop someone from abusing animals is certainly morally acceptable

The inconvenience and the suffering of any children or any family members pales in comparison to the suffering and oppression that goes on in these animal laboratories.

I am personally not advocating violence. I am simply saying that it is a morally acceptable tactic and it may be useful in the struggle for animal liberation. I don't know.

If you had to hurt somebody or intimidate them or kill them, it would be morally justifiable.

But honestly... I just don't know what anyone's thinking. To me, that's scarier than any half-rotten ghoul trying to eat my flesh.

Women are naturally secretive, and they like to do their own secreting.

It is the missed opportunity that counts, and in a love that vainly yearns from behind prison bars you have perchance the love supreme.

it seemed to me that I had never met another person on earth as discouraging to my happiness as my father. and it appeared that I had the same effect upon him.

Venice, that capital city of dream and intrigue, that double city (one above and seemingly solid, one below, wavering and reflected in the waters), which never disappoints.

The commendation of adversaries is the greatest triumph of a writer, because it never comes unless extorted.

If you focus more on the inside, you'll feel just as great about the outside. I feel attractive when I'm doing good and helping people.

My moral compass swings far to the left, but when it comes to gratuitous violence, I have trouble.

If you have no enemies, you have no character.

It doesn't matter how much you flirt the whole day, at night you'll always end up thinking about the one you truly love.