"What do you mean, 'I ain't kind'?
I'm just not your kind"
—MEGADETH, "Peace Sells"
You're so nice. You're not good, you're not bad, you're just nice. I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm just right!
— The Witch, Into the Woods
Good is not nice, polite, well-mannered, self-righteous, or naive, though good characters may be some of these things.
— The Book of Exalted Deeds, Dungeons & Dragons
"'Sweet,' maybe. 'Passionate,' I suppose. But don't ever mistake that for 'nice.'"
— Tenth Doctor, Doctor Who ("Love and Monsters")
Woman in alley: Thank you! Thank you! That thing was going to kill me!
Spike: Well, what did you expect? Out alone in this neighborhood — I've got half a mind to kill you myself, you half-wit.
Woman in alley: What?
Spike: I mean honestly, what kind of retard wears heels like that in a dark alley? Take two steps and break your bloody ankle.
Woman in alley: [annoyed] I was just trying to get home.
Spike: Well, get a cab, you moron, and on the way, if a stranger offers you candy, don't get in the van!
— Angel, "Soul Purpose"
"Is he — quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion."
"That you will, dearie, and no mistake," said Mrs. Beaver, "if there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than most or else just silly."
"Then he isn't safe?" said Lucy.
"Safe?" said Mr. Beaver. "Don't you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the king, I tell you."
Better is open rebuke than hidden love. Wounds from a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses.
— The Bible (New International Version), Proverbs 27:5-6
Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
— Death, The Book Thief
If you have to look along the shaft of an arrow from the wrong end, if a man has you entirely at his mercy, then hope like hell that man is an evil man. Because the evil like power, power over people, and they want to see you in fear. They want you to know you're going to die. So they'll talk. They'll gloat. They'll watch you squirm. They'll put off the moment of murder like another man will put off a good cigar. So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a word.
— Men at Arms, on Carrot Ironfoundersson
We're the Emperor's Angels of Death, Thaddeus, not His Angels of Mercy.
People like you always mistake compassion for weakness. Michael and Sanya aren't weak. Fortunately for you, they are good men. Unfortunately for you, I'm not.
— Harry Dresden, Death Masks
Get lost. I'm not a babysitter.
— Sol Badguy's win quote against Bridget, Guilty Gear
You're really not my type, man. Sorry, but I'm gonna have to pass.
— Ragna the Bloodedge's win quote against Iron Tager, BlazBlue: Calamity Trigger
It's alright, I can handle this myself. You're just gonna take pictures again, aren't you...
Freudia, do not stand in my way.
— Grolla Seyfarth to Freudia Neuwahl, RosenkreuzStilette
We're the Light Ones, not the Saint ones.
— Anton, considering burning down a cafe whose owner tried to poison him, Night Watch
Peace is normally a great good, and normally it coincides with righteousness, but it is righteousness and not peace which should bind the conscience of a nation as it should bind the conscience of an individual; and neither a nation nor an individual can surrender conscience to another's keeping.
I may be on the side of the angels... But don't think for one second that I am one of them.
"That sounds like the definition of loyalty to me," said the king. "Don't mistake friendliness with loyalty, Ven. Friendly and loyal are two different things. There are a lot of people who are one and not the other. From what you told me a few days ago, your own mother doesn't sound like a very friendly person - but she is a good one, yes?"
"Oh yes," Ven agreed.
"Then judge Ida by whether she is there for you in times of need, as she seems to be, not by whether she is pleasant to you. In the end, you can get many people to be pleasant to you pretty easily. A true friend, someone who will risk her life and her freedom for you, as your other friends would, is very hard to come by."
It was not by gentle sweetness and womanly self-abnegation that she had brought order out of chaos in the Scutari Hospitals, that, from her own resources, she had clothed the British Army, that she had spread her dominion over the serried and reluctant powers of the official world; it was by strict method, by stern discipline, by rigid attention to detail, by ceaseless labour, by the fixed determination of an indomitable will. Beneath her cool and calm demeanour lurked fierce and passionate fires. As she passed through the wards in her plain dress, so quiet, so unassuming, she struck the casual observer simply as the pattern of a perfect lady; but the keener eye perceived something more than that - the serenity of high deliberation in the scope of the capacious brow, the sign of power in the dominating curve of the thin nose, and the traces of a harsh and dangerous temper ó something peevish, something mocking, and yet something precise ó in the small and delicate mouth.
— Description of Florence Nightingale in Barteby.com, Eminent Victorians
My job isn't to make friends, it's to stop bad things from happening.
— Mark Fallon, Castle, "Countdown"
Aide: He is not a nice man.
Belisarius: No, but he could be a great man.
Why is it that people like you always think you're more ruthless than people like me?
— Commodore Sir Aivars Terekhov, Shadow of Freedom
After a small problem with some raiders, who would continue for years to plague not only myself, but the Tribe, I found myself in Junktown. It was here that I learned the most important rule of all: doing a good thing sometimes means being a very bad person.
"What usually sets me off is injustice. In defense of those I admire, Iím always ready ó eager? ó to do battle. Although I have the killer instinct altogether too well developed, I do try to deploy it in good causes. This pugnacity is inherited from my motherís family, the Gores, an Anglo-Irish clan of eloquent, bad-tempered politicians, lawyers and preachers."