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“The big rules of knife fighting are (a) do not try it at home, and (b) the whole point is never, ever use the blade. It is there to distract your opponent. While he stares at the gleaming steel, you kick his balls to kingdom come--he's all yours. Just a tip!”
― Keith Richards, Life

“It did not last long. It is only in the movies that knife fighters stab and miss and slash and miss and tussle over several city blocks.”
― James Jones, From Here to Eternity

“It’s important to hold the knife with the edge down. How important? Well, it depends. How important is your life?”
― Hank Reinhardt, Hank Reinhardt's Book of Knives: A Practical and Illustrated Guide to Knife Fighting

“Any serious social encounter with knives has one main goal: to stop the action. Beyond that, you have a little flexibility: to kill, or merely get away, or what have you. But first comes the cessation of hostilities.
There are many ways to handle this. You can run, shoot, call the cops, or even try to organize a discussion group to talk the problem out. But I’m talking knives, so I’ll limit myself to that.

All wounds are painful and pain is a great tool for stopping fights. So is the loss of use of various parts of the body. Therefore, it follows that although we wish to inflict any wound we can, the more painful it is, the better.”
― Hank Reinhardt, Hank Reinhardt's Book of Knives: A Practical and Illustrated Guide to Knife Fighting

“If you are ever so unlucky as to get close to a real knife fight, it would be useful to keep one fact in mind above all others: the real knife fighter does not wish to engage in a fight.

He doesn’t care who is best with a knife. He only wants to cut you. He will then do anything he can to take you by surprise, attack, and finish you off before you can fight back.”
― Hank Reinhardt, Hank Reinhardt's Book of Knives: A Practical and Illustrated Guide to Knife Fighting

“I spent that night sat on his bed peeling the burnt skin off his back in huge white sheets. Most nights we would watch through the bedroom window as the drunks went past.

One night a group was outside and had turned violent. Which wasn’t unusual but this night Alan shouted out of the window “that’s enough lads! Leave him!�
They didn’t listen. He shouted again this time towards the house but with the window still open “Pat bring the shotgun!â€� They vanished. We didn’t even own a shotgun. We did own a blank firing six shooter pistol though. I don’t know why.”
― Tracie Daily, Tracie's Story: Care Abuse Love Murder