Quotes / Retired Monster

You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder,
And harder, and harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand, just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer
Pink Floyd - Dogs

I quit because I'd had a belly-full of killing. But then, I'd rather be a killer than a victim.
Deckard, Blade Runner

I ain't takin' your guilt money. When I was bangin', we used to clear 60 Gs a month. I seen guys shot down execution-style. I didn't give a shit. Then I got caught. Darnell was born my first year in. Never saw him once, not even a picture. I can't take back the bad I done. All I can do is to make my own way, like I been doin'. You understand. Ain't pride, Frank.

"Karidian": The revolution is successful, but survival depends on drastic measures. Your continued existence represents a threat to the well-being of society. Your lives means slow death to the more valued members of the colony. Therefore I have no alternative but to sentence you to death. Your execution is so ordered. Signed, Kodos, governor of Tarsus Four.
Kirk: I remember the words; I wrote them down. You said them like you knew them. You hardly glanced at the paper.
Star Trek: The Original Series, "The Conscience of the King"

The times were different. I was different. The whole bloody world was different, okay? ... Killing was all I knew. Is that what you want to hear?! I killed, but I didn't just kill fifty, I didn't kill a hundred. I killed a thousand. I killed TEN thousand! And I was good at it. And it wasn't for vengeance, it wasn't for greed. It was because I liked it. Cassandra was nothing. Her village was nothing. Do you know who I was? I was Death! Death on a horse! When mothers warned their children that the monster would get them, that monster was me! I was the nightmare that kept them awake at night! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR?! (calms himself) The answer is yes. Oh yes.
Methos, Highlander: The Series ("Comes a Horseman")

You think I'm unaffected by what I did? That I don't hear them screaming every time I close my eyes? It would be so much simpler if I was just one thing, wouldn't it? The mad scientist who made that killing machine, or the physician who's dedicated his life to serving this town. The fact that I'm both bewilders you.

What do you wish to hear? That I once believed in the code of the Jedi? That I felt the call of the Sith, that perhaps, once, I held the galaxy by its throat? That for every good work that I did, I brought equal harm upon the galaxy? That perhaps what the greatest of the Sith Lords knew of evil, they learned from me?"

Truth and beauty are wonderful words, but shrapnel is shrapnel, and at the end of the day, I am alone with what I have done. (alt text: "We buried truth under playgrounds.")

Meier did something terrible in a war he tries to forget. He did it over and over, and at the time hed freely admit he enjoyed it. His side lost, though, and the victors, along with his own ashamed people, have hunted his fellow soldiers down one by one. Through the years since, hes heard people talk about how terrible it was, hes seen them put up monuments to the dead and the martyrs, and his desire to escape justice has become a backwards kind of guilt. His conscience tugs at him not so much for his sins, but for anything that reminds him of the man who committed them. Hes gradually conflated this with his fear of capture, coming to believe that any trace of the man he was will somehow alert those who (he imagines) pursue him for his crimes. Yet he cant let go of his memories... or his souvenirs.
Midnight Roads, New World of Darkness

We are proud...of having been officers of the finest corps of the Third Reich. And if I were born again, I would do exactly what I did. -Sieg Heil!

What we did was motivated only by survival, and nothing about survival is pretty. I had dreams... yes. For years, I had them. Blackness, and sounds in the blackness. Tractor engines. Bulldozer engines. Gunbutts thudding against what might have been frozen earth, or human skulls. Whistles, sirens, pistol-shots, screams. The doors of cattle-cars rumbling open on cold winter afternoons. Then, in my dreams, all sounds would stop - and eyes would open in the dark, gleaming like the eyes of animals in a rainforest. For many years I lived on the edge of the jungle, and I suppose that is why it is always the jungle I smelled and felt in those dreams. When I awoke from them, I would be drenched with sweat, my heart thundering in my chest, my hand stuffed into my mouth to stifle the screams. And I would think: the dream is the truth. Brazil, Paraguay, Cuba... those places are the dream. In the reality, I am still at Patin. The Russians are closer today than yesterday. Some of them are remembering that in 1943 they had to eat frozen German corpses to stay alive. Now they long to drink hot German blood. There were rumors, boy, that some of them did just that when they crossed into Germany: cut the throats of some prisoners and drank their blood out of a boot. I would wake up and think: The work must go on, if only so there is no evidence of what we did here, or so little that the world, which doesn't want to believe it, won't have to. I would think: The work must go on if we are to survive.

Harry Keogh: But have you no desire to use such remains, like Thibor, to raise yourself up again?
Faethor Ferenczy: You are naive, Harry. If I could, I probably would. But how? I died here and may not depart this spot. And anyway, I know you will destroy whatever Thibor left buried in that castle a thousand years ago - if it has survived. But a thousand years, Harry - think of it! Even I don't know if vampire protoplasm can live that long in those circumstances.
Harry Keogh: But it might have survived. Doesn't that... interest you?
Faethor Ferenczy: Harry, let me tell you something. Believe me if you like, or disbelieve, but I am at peace - with myself, anyway. I have had my day, and I am satisfied. If you had lived for thirteen-hundred years, perhaps you might understand.
Necroscope II: Wamphyri

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