hunting Quotes

“The best sport in the world.”

“You see, I read all books on hunting published in English, French, and Russian. I have but one passion in my life, Mr. Rainsford, and it is the hunt.”

“My whole life has been one prolonged hunt.”

“Simply this: hunting had ceased to be what you call `a sporting proposition.′ It had become too easy. I always got my quarry. Always. There is no greater bore than perfection.”

“And hunting, remember, had been my life. I have heard that in America businessmen often go to pieces when they give up the business that has been their life.”

“Even so, I rather think they understand one thing—fear. The fear of pain and the fear of death.”

“You see, when you’re hunting for the glad things, you sort of forget the other kind.”

“I forget the rest of the gym and the victors and how miserable I am and lose myself in the shooting. When I manage to take down five birds in one round, I realize it’s so quiet I can hear each one hit the floor. I turn and see the majority of the victors have stopped to watch me. Their faces show everything from envy to hatred to admiration.”

We stalk the Force like hunters, rather than surrender like prey to its enigmatic whims.

“To kill a naked cub is shame. Besides, he may make better sport for you when he is grown.”

“Heart pounding, adrenaline burning through me, everyone is my enemy. Except Gale. My hunting partner, the person who has my back. There’s nothing to do but move forward, killing whoever come into our path.”

“Stories are the wildest things of all, the monster rumbled. Stories chase and bite and hunt.”

“Then the thought of killing a wild boar in single-handed combat struck him dumb with wonder. Why, he would never have dreamed such a thing in Hikueru! He was Mafatu, the Boy Who Was Afraid.”

“He seized his weapon, which the panther and lion fells in the night time cruelly. He captured the wild mountain goats. The panther he conquered.”

“Hunters will tell you that a moose is a wily and ferocious forest creature. Nonsense. A moose is a cow drawn by a three-year-old.”

“There is a patience of the wild—dogged, tireless, persistent as life itself—that holds motionless for endless hours the spider in its web, the snake in its coils, the panther in its ambuscade; this patience belongs peculiarly to life when it hunts its living food.”

“I went to a hunting party once, I didn’t like it. Terrible people. They all started hunting me!”

“His face white in the moonlight, his hands raised in horror, glaring helplessly at the frightful thing which was hunting him down.”

If you wish to catch a rabbit you put a ferret into the hole, and if the rabbit is there he runs.

Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.

“His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.”

“Which is better—to have rules and agree, or to hunt and kill?”

“We start out a million years ago in a small community on some grassy plain; we hunt animals, have children, and develop a rich social, sexual, and intellectual life, but we know almost nothing about our surroundings.”

“They would remain until the bark ran out, then travel north past the wolves’ territory, and perhaps into the faerie lands of Prythian - where no mortals would dare go, not unless they had a death wish.”