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“He's Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket.”
― Jim Butcher

“either you get eaten by a wolf today or else the shepherd saves you from the wolf so he can sell you to the butcher tomorrow”
― Ogden Nash, I'm a Stranger Here Myself

“Please, help me. Young werewolves in love. I turned to walk into the house, moving carefully.

I had never much believed in God. Well, that's not quite true. I believed that there was a God, or something close enough to it to warrant the name if there were demons, there had to be angels, right? If there was a Devil, somewhere, there had to be a God. But He & I had never really seen things in quite the same terms.

All the same. I flashed a look up at the ceiling. I didn't say or think any words, but if God was listening, I hoped he got the message nonetheless. I didn't want of these children getting themselves killed.”
― Jim Butcher, Fool Moon

“Some Christians pretend that Christianity was not established by the sword; but of what period of time do they speak? It was impossible that twelve men could begin with the sword: they had not the power; but no sooner were the professors of Christianity sufficiently powerful to employ the sword than they did so, and the stake and faggot too; and Mahomet could not do it sooner. By the same spirit that Peter cut off the ear of the high priest's servant (if the story be true) he would cut off his head, and the head of his master, had he been able. Besides this, Christianity grounds itself originally upon the [Hebrew] Bible, and the Bible was established altogether by the sword, and that in the worst use of it â€� not to terrify, but to extirpate. The Jews made no converts: they butchered all. The Bible is the sire of the [New] Testament, and both are called the word of God. The Christians read both books; the ministers preach from both books; and this thing called Christianity is made up of both. It is then false to say that Christianity was not established by the sword.”
― Thomas Paine, The Age of Reason

“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.”
― Robert G. Ingersoll, Some Mistakes of Moses

“For many years I have regarded the Pentateuch simply as a record of a barbarous people, in which are found a great number of the ceremonies of savagery, many absurd and unjust laws, and thousands of ideas inconsistent with known and demonstrated facts. To me it seemed almost a crime to teach that this record was written by inspired men; that slavery, polygamy, wars of conquest and extermination were right, and that there was a time when men could win the approbation of infinite Intelligence, Justice, and Mercy, by violating maidens and by butchering babes.”
― Robert G. Ingersoll, Some Mistakes of Moses

“Violence takes on many forms, sadly violence is such an everyday part of our lives that we have mostly become oblivious to it. It goes on behind closed doors, far away from our vision. Screams that go unheard by the masses. Yet the butchered remains of miserable lives land with a sizzle on our dinner plates, and are rarely fully recognised for what they really are.”
― Mango Wodzak, The Eden Fruitarian Guidebook

“...butcher, baker, fusion-reactor maker.”
― Charles Stross, Neptune's Brood

“I would just have to find a hog, slaughter it, butcher it, cure the meat, then fry it up. Thinking about the bacon—the potential of bacon—gives me hope. Not all is lost if bacon isn't. Seriously.”
― Rick Yancey, The Last Star

“Just like an actor’s name sinks into oblivion when people stop watching his films, if we refuse to engage in any form of animal cruelty then these inhumane things can’t survive long.”
― Shivanshu K. Srivastava

“Better the butcher than the meat.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“The Butcher’s Shop

The pigs are strung in rows, open-mouthed,
dignified in martyrs� deaths. They hang
stiff as Sunday manners, their porky heads
voting Tory all their lives, their blue rosettes
discarded now. The butcher smiles a meaty smile,
white apron stained with who knows what,
fingers fat as sausages. Smug, woolly cattle
and snowy sheep prance on tiles, grazing
on eternity, cute illustrations in a children’s book.
What does the sheep say now?
Tacky sawdust clogs your shoes.
Little plastic hedges divide the trays of meat, playing farms.
playing farms. All the way home
your cold and soggy paper parcel bleeds.”
― Angela Topping

“ByÅ‚o to fascynujÄ…ce, szczególnie sklepy z artykuÅ‚ami papierniczymi - na nie mogÅ‚abym patrzeć bez koÅ„ca. Rose twierdzi, że to najnudniejsze sklepy na Å›wiecie, poza, być może, rzeźnikiem. (Nie rozumiem, jak można nazwać sklepy rzeźnicze "nudnymi"; sÄ… zbyt peÅ‚ne okrucieÅ„stwa).”
― Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle

“How can a butcher's son be filthy rich?" Annabelle asked. "Unless the population of London is consuming far more beef and bacon than I'm currently aware of, there is only so much income that a butcher is able to garner.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night

“And then red, marbled with pink, around two imperfect circles of bone-white with dark centers. A space where there shouldn’t be one—ground visible, covered with grass, and some clover. Red again—an image of the tomatoes on the kitchen counter flashed across Beatrice’s mind—surrounding two more bone-white circles.
The hand bearing the peacock was severed, that was why Beatrice could see a sliver of ground where basic biology dictated there should be skin. There was a clean cut five inches or so above the wrist, just missing the edge of the peacock’s tail, the muscles and tendons—the bones—neatly sliced through like a Swiss round steak prepared by an expert butcher.”
― Cynthia Robinson, Birds of Wonder

“Do you know what it is that boosts her cooking the most?"
"Erm... her strength, which lets her handle even bone-in meat as she will?"
"That is an asset, yes.
But her highest skill is exactly the opposite of power...
it's her sensitivity.
The lips are a part of the body that are particularly sensitive to heat.
However, only hers are sensitive enough to tell the exact temperature.
But Ikumi Mito's sensitivity shines brightest when she handles the meat with her hands.
Watch her fingertips.
Do you see the delicate grace with which she touches it?
She is like a pianist, tickling the ivories in an elegant solo.
It is a sonata of meat.”
― Yuto Tsukuda, Food Wars!: Shokugeki no Soma, Vol. 2

“Yeah. He's got a hard-on for mass murder and giving kids cancer and his big old answer to the existential clusterf*ck that is humanity is to nail his own bleeding son to a plank. That is a c*nt move. Come on, even you got to agree with me there. We should lob a f*cking nuke at him, get it over and done with. You know what I'm saying?" - Butcher, 'The Boys”
― Garth Ennis

“The customer quickly turned the lock on the front door before following Mike to the workstation and watching as the butcher slid a fat smoked ham back and forth, back and forth across the razor-sharp blade of the meat-slicing machine. Mike caught each thin slice and piled it on the round, sesame-seeded bread that lay split open on the counter. He repeated the process with salami, depositing it on the ham. Next a layer of capicola, followed by pepperoni, Swiss cheese, and provolone.
"Looking good," said the customer, observing from the other side of the counter. "Thanks again for this."
"No problem," said Mike. "We Royal Street folks have to help each other out when we can."
"How many muffs do you think you've made in your life?" asked the customer, setting a shopping bag on the floor.
The sandwich maker laughed. "I couldn't even begin to tell you." He reached for the glass container of olive spread he had mixed himself. Finely chopped green olives, celery, cauliflower, and carrot seasoned with extra-virgin olive oil, all left to marinate overnight.”
― Mary Jane Clark, That Old Black Magic