Cannibals Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
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come-to-meeting-its-true-that-were-eating-cannibals-eating-cannibals-heaven-hell
enough-with-greeting-cause-soon-youll-be-eating-cannibals-eating-cannibals-heaven-hell
cannibals-functioning-on-pheromones
cannibals-prefer-those-who-have-no-spines
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childhood-is-cannibals-psychotics-vomiting-in-your-mouth-maurice-sendak
we-talk-turks-abhor-cannibals-but-may-not-some-them-go-to-heaven-before-some-us-herman-melville
do-you-suppose-cannibals-eat-finger-food-johnny-corn
most-vegetarians-look-so-much-like-the-food-they-eat-that-they-can-be-classified-as-cannibals
its-mutual-jointstock-world-all-meridians-we-cannibals-must-help-these-christians-herman-melville
if-a-politician-found-he-had-cannibals-among-his-constituents-he-would-promise-them-missionaries-for-dinner
whenever-cannibals-are-on-brink-starvation-heaven-in-its-infinite-mercy-sends-them-fat-missionary-oscar-wilde
whenever-cannibals-are-on-the-brink-of-starvation-heaven-in-its-infinite-mercy-sends-them-a-nice-plump-missionary
the-school-even-had-latin-motto-pergo-et-perago-which-sounded-like-story-two-italian-cannibals-but-which-actually-meant-i-try-i-achieve-anthony-horowitz
the-most-holy-cannibalism-you-can-perform-is-to-eat-flesh-blood-sagacity-by-sharing-it-with-other-wisdom-thirsty-cannibals-michael-bassey-johnson
i-love-hearing-details-writers-craft-as-cannibals-eat-brains-clever-men-to-get-cleverer-antonia-fraser
the-ruling-class-isnt-dissatisfied-they-are-healthy-wellfed-live-in-beauty-enjoy-their-own-importance-funloving-cannibals-marge-piercy
he-saw-that-science-had-become-as-great-hoax-as-religion-that-nationalism-was-farce-patriotism-fraud-education-form-leprosy-that-morals-were-for-cannibals-henry-miller
rescued-lady-from-sinking-ship-then-let-her-go-on-iceberg-tip-ferried-family-from-island-head-brought-them-to-cannibals-on-beach-instead-brazil
in-73-i-photographed-cannibals-in-new-guinea-they-treated-me-ok-but-they-didnt-make-you-feel-relaxed-i-managed-to-escape-unscathed-though-im-pretty-david-bailey
violence-resistance-are-only-answer-empire-has-to-feel-pain-it-will-never-stop-devouring-you-it-is-only-when-gun-is-put-in-persons-face-that-anything-changes-all-empires-are-hung
the-people-of-the-future-will-say-meateaters-in-disgust-and-regard-us-in-the-same-way-that-we-regard-cannibals-and-cannibalism
shed-survived-outside-shed-survived-aether-cannibals-wolves-she-knew-how-to-love-now-how-to-let-go-whatever-came-next-she-would-survive-it-too-veronica-rossi
we-need-new-friends-some-us-are-cannibals-who-have-eaten-their-old-friends-up-others-must-have-ever-renewed-audiences-before-to-reenact-ideal-version-their-lives-logan-pearsall-s
we-need-new-friends-some-us-are-cannibals-who-have-eaten-their-old-friends-up-others-must-have-everrenewed-audiences-before-whom-to-reenact-ideal-logan-pearsall-smith
it-is-silly-to-go-on-pretending-that-under-skin-we-are-brothers-the-truth-is-more-likely-that-under-skin-we-are-all-cannibals-assassins-traitors-henry-miller
i-dont-want-to-slam-somebody-elses-religion-i-mean-as-catholic-were-basically-cannibals-we-eat-jesus-every-sunday-you-know-so-who-am-i-to-say-your-larry-wilmore
in-case-my-life-should-end-with-cannibals-i-hope-they-will-write-on-my-tombstone-we-have-eaten-dr-schweitzer-he-was-good-to-end-albert-schweitzer
but-if-youre-gonna-dine-with-them-cannibals-sooner-later-darling-youre-gonna-get-eaten-nick-cave
just-as-irrigation-is-lifeblood-southwest-lifeblood-is-soup-cannibals-jack-handey
well-be-eight-degrees-hotter-in-ten-not-ten-but-thirty-forty-years-basically-none-crops-will-grow-most-people-will-have-died-rest-us-will-be-ted-turner
were-really-awful-animals-i-mean-that-dumb-barbra-streisand-song-people-who-need-people-are-luckiest-people-in-world-shes-talking-about-cannibals-lots-to-eat-kurt-vonnegut
saying-i-dont-take-my-meds-because-they-make-me-feel-funny-is-like-cannibals-saying-they-dont-eat-clowns-because-the-taste-funny
piranhas-are-cannibals-they-will-attack-and-eat-other-piranhas-during-a-frenzied-state-or-even-under-fed-state
I was on one of my world 'walkabouts.' It had taken me once more through Hong Kong, to Japan, Australia, and then Papua New Guinea in the South Pacific [one of the places I grew up]. There I found the picture of 'the Father.' It was a real, gigantic Saltwater Crocodile (whose picture is now featured on page 1 of TEETH). From that moment, 'the Father' began to swim through the murky recesses of my mind. Imagine! I thought, men confronting the world's largest reptile on its own turf! And what if they were stripped of their firearms, so they must face this force of nature with nothing but hand weapons and wits? We know that neither whales nor sharks hunt individual humans for weeks on end. But, Dear Reader, crocodiles do! They are intelligent predators that choose their victims and plot their attacks. So, lost on its river, how would our heroes escape a great hunter of the Father's magnitude? And what if these modern men must also confront the headhunters and cannibals who truly roam New Guinea? What of tribal wars, the coming of Christianity and materialism (the phenomenon known as the 'Cargo Cult'), and the people's introduction to 'civilization' in the form of world war? What of first contact between pristine tribal culture and the outside world? What about tribal clashes on a global scale-the hatred and enmity between America and Japan, from Pearl Harbor, to the only use in history of atomic weapons? And if the world could find peace at last, how about Johnny and Katsu?

Timothy James Dean
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Mind you, I cannot swear that my story is true. It may have been a dream; or worse, a symptom of some severe mental disorder. But I believe it is true. After all, how are we to know what things there are on earth? Strange monstrosities still exist, and foul, incredible perversions. Every war, each new geographical or scientific discovery, brings to light some new bit of ghastly evidence that the world is not altogether the same place we fondly imagine it to be. Sometimes peculiar incidents occur which hint of utter madness. How can we be sure that our smug conceptions of reality actually exist? To one man in a million dreadful knowledge is revealed, and the rest of us remain mercifully ignorant. There have been travelers who never came back, and research workers who disappeared. Some of those who did return were deemed mad because of what they told, and others sensibly concealed the wisdom that had so horribly been revealed. Blind as we are, we know a little of what lurks beneath our normal life. There have been tales of sea serpents and creatures of the deep; legends of dwarfs and giants; records of queer medical horrors and unnatural births. Stunted nightmares of men's personalities have blossomed into being under the awful stimulus of war, or pestilence, or famine. There have been cannibals, necrophiles, and ghouls; loathsome rites of worship and sacrifice; maniacal murders, and blasphemous crimes. When I think, then, of what I saw and heard, and compare it with certain other grotesque and unbelievable authenticities, I begin to fear for my reason.

Robert Bloch
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And there, until 1884, it was possible to gaze on the remains of a generally neglected monument, so-called Dagobert's Tower, which included a ninth-century staircase set into the masonry, of which the thirty-foot handrail was fashioned out of the trunk of a gigantic oak tree. Here, according to tradition, lived a barber and a pastry-cook, who in the year 1335 plied their trade next door to each other. The reputation of the pastry-cook, whose products were among the most delicious that could be found, grew day by day. Members of the high-ranking clergy in particular were very fond of the extraordinary meat pies that, on the grounds of keeping to himself the secret of how the meats were seasoned, our man made all on his own, with the sole assistance of an apprentice who was responsible for the pastry. His neighbor the barber had won favor with the public through his honesty, his skilled hairdressing and shaving, and the steam baths he offered. Now, thanks to a dog that insistently scratched at the ground in a certain place, the ghastly origins of the meat used by the pastry-cook became known, for the animal unearthed some human bones! It was established that every Saturday before shutting up shop the barber would offer to shave a foreign student for free. He would put the unsuspecting young man in a tip-back seat and then cut his throat. The victim was immediately rushed down to the cellar, where the pastry-cook took delivery of him, cut him up, and added the requisite seasoning. For which the pies were famed, 'especially as human flesh is more delicate because of the diet, ' old Dubreuil comments facetiously. The two wretched fellows were burned with their pies, the house was ordered to be demolished, and in its place was built a kind of expiatory pyramid, with the figure of the dog on one of its faces. The pyramid was there until 1861. But this is where the story takes another turn and joins the very best of black comedy. For the considerable number of ecclesiastics who had unwittingly consumed human flesh were not only guilty before God of the very venial sin of greed; they were automatically excommunicated! A grand council was held under the aegis of several bishops and it was decided to send to Avignon, where Pope Clement VI resided, a delegation of prelates with a view to securing the rescindment if not of the Christian interdiction against cannibalism then at least of the torments of hell that faced the inadvertent cannibals. The delegation set off, with a tidy sum of money, bare-footed, bearing candles and singing psalms. But the roads of that time were not very safe and doubtless strewn with temptation. Anyway, the fact is that Clement VI never saw any sign of the penitents, and with good reason.

Jacques Yonnet
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I used to read in books how our fathers persecuted mankind. But I never appreciated it. I did not really appreciate the infamies that have been committed in the name of religion, until I saw the iron arguments that Christians used. I saw the Thumbscrew-two little pieces of iron, armed on the inner surfaces with protuberances, to prevent their slipping; through each end a screw uniting the two pieces. And when some man denied the efficacy of baptism, or may be said, 'I do not believe that a fish ever swallowed a man to keep him from drowning, ' then they put his thumb between these pieces of iron and in the name of love and universal forgiveness, began to screw these pieces together. When this was done most men said, 'I will recant.' Probably I should have done the same. Probably I would have said: 'Stop; I will admit anything that you wish; I will admit that there is one god or a million, one hell or a billion; suit yourselves; but stop.' But there was now and then a man who would not swerve the breadth of a hair. There was now and then some sublime heart, willing to die for an intellectual conviction. Had it not been for such men, we would be savages to-night. Had it not been for a few brave, heroic souls in every age, we would have been cannibals, with pictures of wild beasts tattooed upon our flesh, dancing around some dried snake fetich. Let us thank every good and noble man who stood so grandly, so proudly, in spite of opposition, of hatred and death, for what he believed to be the truth. Heroism did not excite the respect of our fathers. The man who would not recant was not forgiven. They screwed the thumbscrews down to the last pang, and then threw their victim into some dungeon, where, in the throbbing silence and darkness, he might suffer the agonies of the fabled damned. This was done in the name of love-in the name of mercy, in the name of Christ. I saw, too, what they called the Collar of Torture. Imagine a circle of iron, and on the inside a hundred points almost as sharp as needles. This argument was fastened about the throat of the sufferer. Then he could not walk, nor sit down, nor stir without the neck being punctured, by these points. In a little while the throat would begin to swell, and suffocation would end the agonies of that man. This man, it may be, had committed the crime of saying, with tears upon his cheeks, 'I do not believe that God, the father of us all, will damn to eternal perdition any of the children of men.' I saw another instrument, called the Scavenger's Daughter. Think of a pair of shears with handles, not only where they now are, but at the points as well, and just above the pivot that unites the blades, a circle of iron. In the upper handles the hands would be placed; in the lower, the feet; and through the iron ring, at the centre, the head of the victim would be forced. In this condition, he would be thrown prone upon the earth, and the strain upon the muscles produced such agony that insanity would in pity end his pain. I saw the Rack. This was a box like the bed of a wagon, with a windlass at each end, with levers, and ratchets to prevent slipping; over each windlass went chains; some were fastened to the ankles of the sufferer; others to his wrists. And then priests, clergymen, divines, saints, began turning these windlasses, and kept turning, until the ankles, the knees, the hips, the shoulders, the elbows, the wrists of the victim were all dislocated, and the sufferer was wet with the sweat of agony. And they had standing by a physician to feel his pulse. What for? To save his life? Yes. In mercy? No; simply that they might rack him once again. This was done, remember, in the name of civilization; in the name of law and order; in the name of mercy; in the name of religion; in the name of Christ.

Robert G. Ingersoll
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