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101. "It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker that we expect our dinner, but from their regard to their own interest."
Author: Adam Smith
102. "By the time I came along, my mother's father had become a butcher, so he frequently gave us what I now realize were remarkable cuts of meat. But I so hated having to eat the same thing two days in a row, even if it was good. I remember complaining, to an equally middle-class neighbor, 'I just can't stand the thought of filet mignon again tonight.'"
Author: Alice Dreger
103. "When you get beef from the butcher, you don't feel bad for the cow that has been killed. But if someone asked you to wield a knife and kill the cow yourself, you wouldn't be able to do it.""Are you saying that you are a cow?""Exactly.""What?""You found me alive and couldn't bring yourself to kill me. It would have been alright if the storm had finished me off. I am like that cow and the storm is the butcher. Do you see now?""Yes, I see. You absolutely insist that you are a cow. I am not arguing."
Author: Anya Wylde
104. "The best consolation in misfortune or affliction of any kind will be the thought of other people who are in a still worse plight than yourself; and this is a form of consolation open to every one. But what an awful fate this means for mankind as a whole! We are like lambs in a field, disporting themselves under the eye of the butcher, who chooses out first one and then another for his prey."
Author: Arthur Schopenhauer
105. "She cleared her throat once or twice, and said something about poor people should eat a lot of herrings, as they were most nutritious, also she had heard poor people eat heaps of sheeps' heads and she went on to ask if I ever cooked them. I said I would rather be dead than cook or eat a sheep's head; I'd seen them in butchers' shops with awful eyes and bits of wool sticking to their skulls. After that helpful hints for the poor were forgotten."
Author: Barbara Comyns
106. "The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread. When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out "stop!"When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer."
Author: Bertolt Brecht
107. "All theorieslike clichesshot to hell,all these small faceslooking upbeautiful and believing;I wish to weepbut sorrow isstupid.I wish to believe but believe is agraveyard. we have narrowed it down tothe butcherknife and themockingbird wish usluck."
Author: Charles Bukowski
108. "As repressed sadists are supposed to become policemen or butchers, so those with an irrational fear of life become publishers."
Author: Cyril Connolly
109. "Now I felt exposed, on display like a puppy in a pet store window, strip steak in a butcher case, burglar caught in a flashlight beam, in a word, naked."
Author: Dennis Vickers
110. "The smells arose from everything, everywhere, flowing together and remaining as a sickening, tantalizing discomfort. They flowed from the delicatessen shop with its uncovered trays of pickled herrings, and the small open casks of pickled gherkins and onions, dried fish and salted meat, and sweaty damp walls and floor; from the fish shop which casually defied every law of health; from the kosher butcher, and the poulterer next door, where a fine confetti of new-plucked feathers hung nearly motionless in the fetid air; and from sidewalk gutters where multitudes of flies buzzed and feasted on the heaped-up residue of fruit and vegetable barrows."
Author: E.R. Braithwaite
111. "Why do you butcher your carabao and feed a throng because your son is getting a wife?" Father always blustered to them who come asking for loans. But always, in the end, the tenants got the money--what they needed for a "decent" funeral, a baptism, a wedding. And as their debts piled up, they promised, "Next harvest will be good..."
Author: F. Sionil José
112. "I think that at that time none of us quite believed in the Time Machine. The fact is, the Time Traveler was one of those men who are too clever to be believed: you never felt that you saw all round him; you always suspected some subtle reserve, some ingenuity in ambush, behind his lucid frankness. Had Filby shown the model and explained the matter in the Time Traveller's words, we should have shown him far less skepticism. For we should have perceived his motives; a pork butcher could understand Filby."
Author: H.G. Wells
113. "The alleged menace of universal suffrage having been avoided by the absolute suppression of the negro vote, the spirit of mob murder should have been satisfied and the butchery of negroes should have ceased."
Author: Ida B. Wells
114. "Giving in to a shrill instinct, she ran around the side of the building. Butch was marching toward his car as if he were carrying an unstable load, and she rushed to catch up with them. "Wait. I need to ask him a question." "You want to know his shoe size or something?" Butch snapped. "Fourteen," Wrath drawled. "I'll remember that at Christmas, asshole."
Author: J.R. Ward
115. "V frowned. There was only a hissing sound coming from the voice mail. But then a clatter had him yanking the phone away from his ear.Now Butch's voice, hard, loud: "Dematerialize. Dematerialize now."A scared male: "But-but-""Now! For fuck's sake, get your ass out of here..." Sounds of muffled flapping."Why are you doing this? You're just a human-""I am so sick of hearing that. Leave!"There was a metallic shifting, a gun being reloaded.Butch's voice: "Oh,shit..."Then all hell broke loose. Gunshots, grunts, thuds.V leaped up from his desk so fast he knocked his chair over.Only to realize that he was trapped inside by daylight."
Author: J.R. Ward
116. "Butch clapped V on the thigh, then stood up, as if he knew exactly what V was thinking. "Listen, I don't want you to feel bad. It's my animal magnetism. I'm irresistible.""Smart-ass."
Author: J.R. Ward
117. "Ten minutes," Butch whispered into Marissa's ear. "Can I have ten minutes with you before you go? Please, baby…"V rolled his eyes and was relieved to be annoyed at the lovey-dovey routine. At least all the testosterone in him hadn't dried up."Baby… please?"V took a pull on his mug. "Marissa, throw the sap bastard a bone, would you? The simpering wears on my nerves.""Well, we can't have that, can we?" Marissa packed up her papers with a laugh and shot Butch a look. "Ten minutes. And you'd better make them count."Butch was up out of that chair like the thing was on fire. "Don't I always?""Mmm… yes."As the two locked lips, V snorted. "Have fun, kiddies. Somewhere else."
Author: J.R. Ward
118. "F*ck that - why is your GPS in your kitchen" "Because that's where I was when I took it out of my phone""What the hell, V." Butch tightened his grip on his cell and wished there were an app that let you reach through a phone and b#tch slap someone. ~Butch and Vishous, Lover Unleashed."
Author: J.R. Ward
119. "Go home, Butch. I'm not going to do anything stupid." [Vishous to Butch]"Stupider, you mean.""Semantics are for shit."
Author: J.R. Ward
120. "Butch didn't live in his own place. He didn't spend his own money. He had no job, no future. He was a well-kept pet, not a man."
Author: J.R. Ward
121. "Butch sighed in relief. "Listen, man, do me a favor. Warn me before you pull another stunt like that. I'd rather choose." Then he smiled a little. "And we still ain't dating."V laughed in a short burst. "Go to sleep, roomie. You can kick my ass for this later.""I will"
Author: J.R. Ward
122. "Butch nodded, finding as comfortable a bite as he could on the leather. He braced himself as V lifted an arm.Except when his roommate's palm landed on his bare chest all he felt was a warm weight. Butch frowned. This was it? This was fucking it? Scaring the shit out of Marissa for no good-He looked down, pissed off.Oh, wrong hand."
Author: J.R. Ward
123. "Butch: -I hear ya. No one's biz but yours. One question thoughVishous: -WhatButch: -When the females tie you down, do they paint your toe-nails and shit? Or just do your makeup? Wait... they tickle your pits with feather, right?"
Author: J.R. Ward
124. "Yo, cop. We're heading for Screamer's. You wanna come?" Butch looked up at the doorway. Vishous was in the hall with Rhage and Phury behind him. The vampires had expectant looks on their faces, like they honestly wanted to hang with him. Butch found himself grinning like the new kid who didn't have to sit alone at lunch after all."
Author: J.R. Ward
125. "V?" Butch said. "Don't leave, okay?""Never." V brushed Butch's hair back with a gesture so tender it was out of place coming from a male."
Author: J.R. Ward
126. "Butch : Two words for you. CYNDI.LAUPERVishous : Clearly, the paste you ate has gone to your head. Did Marissa like all that lace you glued on ? Oh... and I'm talking to your body, not that ridiculous card you made her.Butch : How does that song go ? *sings song about true colors*Vishous : I have no idea what you are talking about.Butch : Oh.Really. So you deny that shit was playing in the weight room yesterday ?Vishous : Please. Like I listen to crap like that ?Butch : So you deny that song was also playing in the Escalade last night ?Vishous : Don't act the fool.Butch : So you deny that song was ALSO coming out of your shower early this morning."
Author: J.R. Ward
127. "Marissa laughed, utterly delighted with her mate. "Later. Food first."Butch settled back immediately, like she'd called his lust to a heel and it behaved because it wanted to be a good boy. As she left, the cop's eyes followed her with rank hunger and adoration.V shook his head. "You are a total sap."
Author: J.R. Ward
128. "The bad news is the butcher's dead. The good news is there'll be no need for a funeral, and I've got enough meat to last for weeks."
Author: Jarod Kintz
129. "...The next time I opened my eyes, I was in the morgue.This, all by itself, is enough to really ruin your day.I was lying on the examining table, and Butters, complete with his surgical gown and his tray of autopsy instruments, stood over me.'I'm not dead!' I sputtered. 'I'm not dead!'- Harry Dresden, Death Masks, Jim Butcher"
Author: Jim Butcher
130. "So he had them into the slaughter house, where was a butcher killing a sheep. And behold, the sheep was quiet and took her death patiently. Then said the Interpreter, "You must learn of this sheep to suffer, and put up wrongs without murmurings and complaints. Behold how quietly she takes her death! And without objecting she suffereth her skin to be pulled over her ears. Your King doth call you his sheep."
Author: John Bunyan
131. "A horse eatin' corn," Butch piled on instantly. Raymond"
Author: John Grisham
132. "Asking a critic to name his favorite book is like asking a butcher to name his favorite pig."
Author: John McCarthy
133. "It was going to be embarrassing regardless of what music theychose, but Honoria didn't have the heart to say it to her face.On the other hand, whichever piece they performed, they wouldsurely butcher it past recognition. Could a difficult piece playedbadly be that much worse than a slightly less difficult piece playedbadly?"
Author: Julia Quinn
134. "So this book is a sidewalk strewn with junk, trash which I throw over my shoulders as I travel in time back to November eleventh, nineteen hundred and twenty-two.I will come to a time in my backwards trip when November eleventh, accidentally my birthday, was a sacred day called Armistice Day. When I was a boy, and when Dwayne Hoover was a boy, all the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month.It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions uponmillions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind."
Author: Kurt Vonnegut
135. "I'm all for guys being butch and guys being men. I identify with that and appreciate that. But if I'm going to stab my gay brother in the back who isn't butch and who maybe acts a little bit more effeminate, what good is that?"
Author: Kyan Douglas
136. "Heretics have been hated from the beginning of recorded time; they have been ostracized, exiled, tortured, maimed, and butchered; but it has generally proved impossible to smother them; and when it has not, the society that has succeeded has always declined."
Author: Learned Hand
137. "Where do you find a stomach on a Thursday afternoon in Reno? "Chinatown?" suggests someone. "Costco?" "Butcher Boys." Tracy pulls his phone from a pocket. "Hello, I'm from the university" - the catchall preamble for unorthodox inquiries."
Author: Mary Roach
138. "He was a peculiar sight. Tears rolling down his face, shouting to drown the sound of the singing rabbit; he said he needed help, pointed to a chicken, handed over some money, grabbed his parcel and bolted out the door in panic.Boys, thought the butcher.Drugs, thought the woman.Justin Case, thought Dorothea."
Author: Meg Rosoff
139. "Initially with The Butcher Boy, there was this kid growing up in this strange, weird environment that I remember from when I was a kid. And Patrick's vision was so complete there."
Author: Neil Jordan
140. "Toshaway had been right: you had to love others more than you loved your own body, otherwise you would be destroyed, whether from the inside or out, it didn't matter. You could butcher and pillage but as long as you did it for people you loved, it never mattered."
Author: Philipp Meyer
141. "Unbelievable," Audrey's voice squeaked as I pushed past her. "Here we are, talking to you about your freaky little-boy encounter back in Breaux Bridge and how your caramel macchiato tasted like cardboard, and boom! You just zone out like one of the kids from Children of the Corn.""Um, Aud, babe … I don't think those kids zone out. They're just freaky twenty-four-seven. It's a year-round thing." Gabe's response drew a half-hearted laugh from me, but it was quickly reined in when I reached the Book of the Ancients."Whatever, Gabriel," Audrey said to him. "My point is, it's freaky, okay? She gets this glazed-over look in her eyes, like she's gonna whip out a butcher knife and go all Michael Myers on us or something."I glanced over my shoulder to cock an eyebrow at her."Oh, now you pay attention." She cocked an eyebrow back."What is it with you and the cheesy horror-movie references?" Gabe muttered. "Hey, now. Halloween is a classic," Gavin scolded him. "Don't go hating on the classics."
Author: Rachael Wade
142. "He could still see the dragon just fine. It was about sixty feet long, snout to tail, its body made of interlocking bronze plates. Its claws were the size of butcher knives, and its mouth was lined with hundreds of dagger-sharp metal teeth. Steam came out of its nostrils. It snarled like a chain saw cutting through a tree."
Author: Rick Riordan
143. "When I speak of God, I mean that god who prevented man from putting forth his hand and taking also of the fruit of the tree of life that he might live forever; of that god who multiplied the agonies of woman, increased the weary toil of man, and in his anger drowned a world—of that god whose altars reeked with human blood, who butchered babes, violated maidens, enslaved men and filled the earth with cruelty and crime; of that god who made heaven for the few, hell for the many, and who will gloat forever and ever upon the writhings of the lost and damned."
Author: Robert G. Ingersoll
144. "Thank you," Becky whispered... "I wouldn't have survived that stool. It would have been 'Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.'"With rings on your fingers and bells on your toes even, " he said."Curious that meeting you is more nursery rhyme than fairy tale. If I see a farmer's wife with a butcher's knife, I'm running and not looking back.""And I'll have no nonsense from my dish and spoon."
Author: Shannon Hale
145. "Battles against Rome have been lost and won before, but hope was never abandoned, since we were always here in reserve. We, the choicest flower of Britain's manhood, were hidden away in her most secret places. Out of sight of subject shores, we kept even our eyes free from the defilement of tyranny. We, the most distant dwellers upon earth, the last of the free, have been shielded till today by our very remoteness and by the obscurity in which it has shrouded our name. Now, the farthest bounds of Britain lie open to our enemies; and what men know nothing about they always assume to be a valuable prize.... A rich enemy excites their cupidity; a poor one, their lust for power. East and West alike have failed to satisfy them. They are the only people on earth to whose covetousness both riches and poverty are equally tempting. To robbery, butchery and rapine, they give the lying name of 'government'; they create a desolation and call it peace..."
Author: Tacitus
146. "You know what?' said Vimes aloud. 'This is going to be the world's first democratically killed dragon. One man, one stab.'Then you've got to stop them. You can't let them kill it!' said Lady Ramkin.Vimes blinked at her.Pardon?' he said.It's wounded!'Lady, that was the intention, wasn't it? Anyway, it's only stunned,' said Vimes.I mean you can't let them kill it like this,' said Lady Ramkin insistently. 'Poor thing!'What do you want to do, then?' demanded Vimes, his temper unravelling. 'Give it a strengthening dose of tar oil and a nice comfy basket in front of the stove?'It's butchery!'Suits me fine!'But it's a dragon! It's just doing what a dragon does! It never would have come here if people had left it alone!'Vimes thought: it was about to eat her, and she can still think like this. He hesitated. Perhaps that did give you the right to an opinion..."
Author: Terry Pratchett
147. "I have very good knife skills. I learned to butcher on my second job - I was 18 years old. Every other day we would break down six legs of veal."
Author: Tom Colicchio
148. "Healing for me is being able to sit next to the butcher and say 'Yes, I'm sitting next to the butcher now,' instead of saying 'there is no butcher'."
Author: Tori Amos
149. "... and it was extraordinary to me that some of the newspapers could have found good words for the butchery on the coast. But people are like that bout places in which they aren't really interested and where thy don't have to live."
Author: V.S. Naipaul
150. "Hitler is a monster of wickedness, insatiable in his lust for blood and plunder. Not content with having all Europe under his heel, or else terrorized into various forms of abject submission, he must now carry his work of butchery and desolation among the vast multitudes of Russia and of Asia. The terrible military machine, which we and the rest of the civilized world so foolishly, so supinely, so insensately allowed the Nazi gangsters to build up year by year from almost nothing, cannot stand idle lest it rust or fall to pieces. It must be in continual motion, grinding up human lives and trampling down the homes and the rights of hundreds of millions of men. Moreover it must be fed, not only with flesh but with oil."
Author: Winston Churchill

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