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What with our hooks, snares, nets, and dogs, we are at war with all living creatures, and nothing comes amiss but that which is either too cheap or too common; and all this is to gratify a fantastical palate.
Base and crafty cowards are like the arrow that flieth in the dark.
Let them come with their night-vision glasses and their heavy, branch-breaking bodies. Right into the range of my arrows.
The juggernaut that is steampunk, like Dr. Loveless's giant mechanical spider in the 1999 film version of 'The Wild, Wild West,' seems capable of crushing all naysayers.
Asshole FBI agents that want to shoot Girl Scouts.
I've learned exactly who the enemy are. I easily recognize them-business-suited in their modern American executive guise, each boss two feet taller than I am and impossible to meet eye to eye.
Whenever all men are ... hastening to be slaves or tyrants we make Liberalism the prime bogey.
What masks are these uniforms to hide cowards!
Enemy: A friend whose mask has fallen
The person you call an enemy is an exaggerated aspect of your own shadow self.
proud men and umbrageous men, casting black shadows.
Guns, grendels, or nuclear bombs; take your pick.
A bludgeon of wives (surely that must be the plural assignation)!
Women! Dressed to kill the woman in them.
None but yourself who are your greatest foe.
Men with wings. Angels of the Apocalypse. Supernatural beings who've pulverized the modern world and killed millions, maybe even billions, of people. And here's one of the horrors, right in front of me.
I wondered who killed Yellowlegs.
Jamadars and bheesties,' said the helmsman. 'Not to mention the major-domos, lordly lamplighters and twisted firestarters.' 'Twisted firestarters?' enquired the detective. 'I told you not to mention them.
The most detestable race of enemies are flatterers.
Hands of Mercy and tanks of hell.
Confronted by seven tall, cloaked figures, dark and foreboding, all armed.
Flying monkeys?" the Gasman called out a guess. "Like in the Wizard of Oz?"
It dawned on me then. "No," I said tersely "Worse. Flying Erasers.
Who are our basic enemies? This is a secret, unknown even to these basic enemies. - Xaviar Skolcamp, Over-Centennial Fellow of the Institute, indulgently, in response to a journalist's too-searching question
They're creepy shadow things. I didn't realize they needed proper motivation to kill.
Deveels are some of the meanest characters you'd ever not want to tangle with. They're some of the most feared and respected characters in the dimensions."
"Are they warriors? Mercenaries?"
Aahz shook his head.
"Worse!" he answered. "They're merchants.
We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?
In farm country, the plover has only two real enemies: the gully and the drainage ditch. Perhaps we shall one day find that these are our enemies, too.
These men of Law and their confederates ... the caterpillars of this Kingdom, who with their uncontrolled exactions and extortions, eat up the free-born people of this Nation.
So his flunkies are what, pirates?
We have met the enemy and they are ours.
What do you call those things at the bottom of rivers? Frogs? Stones? Unsuccessful gangsters?
There is no little enemy
Women. Bane. Yeah.
There was a goblin, or a trickster or a warrior. A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos. Nothing could stop it or hold it or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world ...
Duhhhhhhh, tanks, Buttercup.
Just who are the cheese monkeys? And what do they want?
Call them what you want. Garden gnomes. Lawn ornaments. Little evil outdoor statuary hell-bent on world domination. It doesn't matter. What does matter is that, right now, they're hiding in plain sight, pretending to be symbols of merriment and good will.
Bring me your Nortons, your Kramdens, your housewives, and sewermen.
Weight my limbs with the nests of your flotsam, that we may chirp in chorus this melancholy anthem.
Mourn with your busdriver piety this sapless husk;
dull with your tender hymn the string of the lumberman's axe.
Men are lead by trifles.
Tell me who your enemy is, and I will tell you who you are.
Agents of disruption, subversion, sabotage and disinformation tunnelers and smugglers, listeners and forgers, trainers and recruiters and talent spotters and couriers and watchers and seducers, assassins and balloonists, lip readers and disguise artists.
three guys with RPGs taking aim at us
Daimons, vampires, ghouls, whatever you want to call them. They suck your blood and your soul and leave you with nothing. Kind of like lawyers. (Selena)
Dark and drear, fear and weep
Are the spots where the Goobleys crawl and keep
And their minds are small if they have them at all
And their eyes are BIG!!!
fractious, four-legged children of Satan,
Here's your enemy for this week, the government says. And some gullible Americans click their heels and salute - often without knowing who or even where the enemy of the week is.
friends help friends fight pixies.
Bad pony-men! BOO!
Even the blackest of them all, the crow, Renders good service as your man-at-arms, Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail. And crying havoc on the slug and snail.
You have no enemy until you make one.
Hurry n: The dispatch of bunglers.
The Monstrous Regiment of Women.
Be careful: they have arms, and no alternatives.
Creatures that hang themselves up like an old rag, to sleep;
And disgustingly upside down.
Hanging upside down like rows of disgusting old rags
And grinning in their sleep.
Bats!
You know who waxes philosophical about the tiniest weaknesses of enemies? The powerless.
Oh, my adorable fry cook, wait till you see them. They're the most hideous, terrifying creatures, and wickedly cunning, and there's ever so much that can go wrong. But what you always know now, what we all know here, is exactly what we're fighting for and how right it is to fight for it.
In your walks about London you will sometimes see bent, haggard figures that look as if they had recently been caught in some powerful machinery. They are those fellows who got mixed up with Catsmeat when he was meaning well.
The French - cheese-eating surrender monkeys. The Germans - schnitzel snarfing stormtrooper spawn.
THE GRACKLE
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Marching thus at night, a battalion is doubly impressive. The silent monster is full of restrained power; resolute in its onward sweep, impervious to danger, it looks a menacing engine of destruction, steady to its goal, and certain of its mission.
They had me taking the fall for the raid, Mr. Crawford. For Evelda Drumgo's death, all of it. They were like hyenas and then suddenly it stopped and they slunk away. Something drove them off." "Maybe you have an angel, Starling." "Maybe I do. What did it cost you, Mr. Crawford?
Men are led by trifles.
Enemies are the price of success.
We have met the enemy, and it is us.
Our friends, the enemy.
Men of vision. Oh, I love the fine names men give each other to hide their greed and lust for adventure.
Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition, but the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency.
We have meet the enemy,and they are ours.
Amongst the financial Twitterati, the term 'muppets' has come to describe any client used and abused by some financial predator. I've adopted the term to describe portfolios that have been assembled for purposes other than serving the clients' best interests.
Who could not conquer with such troops as these?
Fifty dorcas they're setting up an ambush near my ship. (Nykyrian)
No bet. I know they are. They're too stupid to not be obvious and predictable. Gah, I hate abiding by the law. Too bad you can't slaughter them where they stand. (Syn)
We are the hunters---and we are also the bait.
The Boogeyman is your conscience. The Boogeyman is the result of your own bad behavior. I love this Boogeyman.
My real adversary has no name, no face, no party. It will never be elected, yet it governs - the adversary is the world of finance.
The men, who a moment before had been cursing and cumbersome creatures clambering down the clay bank into the clumsy boats, were mysteriously transformed into warrior silhouettes, spiky with weapons, who glided silent and noble through the vaporous night toward the misted shadows of the enemy shore.
You [men] are not our protectors ... If you were, who would there be to protect us from?
[To] the progressive mind, the very concept of "the enemy" is obsolescent: there are no enemies, just friends whose grievances we haven't yet accommodated.
poachers and Methodies, of course. Oh,
Your enemy is one who misunderstands you; why should you not rise above the fog and see his error and respect him for the good qualities you find in him?
The enemy is Resistance.
An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.
Women; the supreme masters of the bait and switch.
D'Artagnan Bloodhawke
an unlovely gaggle of contrary old codgers".
Envy of prosperity, confirmers of scourge, desperate of hope. They have a victim in every certain way, a mediator to every heart, and a tear in every complaint.
blue riding breeches, who were swarming near the bridge, and then at what was approaching
A dull, decent people, cherishing and fortifying their dullness behind a quarter of a million bayonets.
Sneaks, spies, defenders, heroes, masterminds, tenacious bastards - it doesn't matter what you call us. We're the ones who will do whatever it takes to stop those who believe they're entitled to wealth and power at the expense of others."
"The family business," Yelena said, smiling.
Slugs crawl and crawl over our cabbages, like the world's slander over a good name. You may kill them, it is true; but there is the slime.
Attack by Stratagem
These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?
It's the rabbits of ill portent!
Your enemy is your own self in a different uniform.
They are the hunters we are the rabbits
Minds altogether horrible in their power, and in their ignorance - which their power protected.
mystify, mislead, and surprise the enemy
Those are my enemies: they want to overthrow and to construct nothing themselves. They say: "All that is worthless"
and want to create no value themselves.
Stern men with empires in their brains.
We must rid the world of the scourge of these agents of death and destruction
They kind of look like evil lawn gnomes
One would like to know, what were foes made for except to be used?