Ninja Assassin Quotes

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You use your tits the way a ninja assassin uses nunchuks.
Shannon McKenna (Extreme Danger (McClouds & Friends #5))
Reread that Bronte book all you want, but Jane Eyre's never going to get gender-reassignment surgery or train to become a kick-ass ninja assassin.
Chuck Palahniuk (Damned (Damned, #1))
a trained bus thrower like Gabriel, or Robin Hood wannabe like Scarlet, or a ninja assassin like Tristan
Chelsea Fine (Avow (The Archers of Avalon, #3))
Maybe I could be a ninja assassin too, Jack thought.
Jane Seville (Zero at the Bone (Zero at the Bone #1))
I had one too," Daniel said. He was quiet for a minute. "Do you think after Trenton, we could get married and settle down in an apartment in New York City or somewhere? I could be an industrial designer, and you could fight crime like a part-time ninja assassin." I almost laughed, but then I stopped myself, because I knew it would come out as a sob. I was quiet for a while as I composed myself. "Yeah," I said. "Yeah, that would be awsome.
Bree Despain
Holy fucking ninja assassin.
S.T. Abby (Scarlet Angel (Mindf*ck, #3))
Why are you so nervous?" Tate looked up to see Lucas giving him a dirty look. "This is easier that the regular season, we go out and have fun." "No, you get to have fun, I need t be super ninja goalie against every great forward in the league.
Toni Aleo (Empty Net (Assassins, #3))
I'd been so tired of 'strong female characters' for so long by then. I was so tired of the way female strength was made to look cold and humorless; the way it was characterized as deviant and 'unnatural' and always lonely and exceptional. I was tired of the grim undertone of tragedy that lurked under its surface. 'Strong female characters' were never funny, and they never had any fun, either. More often than not, they were celibate, friendless, and clinically depressed. Their monomaniacal devotion to crime fighting made them lean, cranky, and impatient. Naturally, they had axes to grind: they were avenging brides, poker-faced assassins, gloomy ninjas with commitment issues. Who were these characters? What were they trying to tell us? Why didn't they ever say goodbye before hanging up the phone? And why were they always being reborn or remade as killing machines after losing everything they held dear? ...I don't want to see another symbolic woman start all over again. I want to see the symbolic world change to acknowledge her existence. I don't want to see a young girl get a makeover or go shopping with her boyfriend's credit card. I want to watch her blow up the Death Star - metaphorically, of course.
Carina Chocano (You Play the Girl: On Playboy Bunnies, Stepford Wives, Train Wrecks, & Other Mixed Messages)
Assassin Wither, on the other hand, was peculiar. He wore a loose-fitting, all-black outfit, similar to something a ninja might wear. He had netherite armor and a netherite sword in one hand and battle axe in the other. He wore dark sunglasses to obscure his eyes. He had painted three wither skulls in the center of his chest plate. “Assassin Wither?
Dr. Block (Diary of a Surfer Villager, Book 25 (Diary of a Surfer Villager #25))
The boy who wears his comic books like armor often sits alone. He is more comfortable with Iron Man and his own thoughts than he will ever be with a woman. Because of his nervous ticks, no matter how long they are together, she will never feel commonplace to him. She will always know she is special. The boy who wears his comic books like armor tries to tell her that he loves her every day. She does not understand. When he says, You remind me of Psylocke, he is not saying he actually thinks she is a scantily clad assassin. He is just saying, Damn girl, you must be psychic. How else could you always know the right thing to make me smile? You have to be a ninja. How else could you have stolen my heart so easily? He is saying, Dammmmmmmmnnnnnn girl, you absolutely have to be Psylocke! She is the only character I have ever read about who is as graceful and daring as you are. She does not understand. The boy who wears his comic books like armor is not a good lover. The way he barely touches her makes her feel unattractive. Like he is only doing this because she wants him to. This could not be further from the truth. He is simply treating her like the only thing that has ever been this important to him before: comic books. He removes her clothes like he would the slipcover from a brand new issue, as careful not to wrinkle her clothing as he is not to damage the plastic. One day, she will leave him because feeling special isn’t as important as feeling loved. He does love her. She can’t understand. He will spend the rest of his life wishing he were Peter Parker, knowing that if he had a mask to remove, then, just like Mary Jane, she would be with him forever. But he doesn’t have a mask to remove, just an awkward smile. He hopes that one day that’s enough.
Jared Singer (Forgive Yourself These Tiny Acts of Self-Destruction)
Who were you going to assassinate, anyway?” he asked. “You were ten.” “Ninjas,” I said. “Gran-Gran had been telling stories, and…well, I assumed my future would include far more ninjas than it has.” “I might be able to fix that,” Hesho said, hovering down beside me. “Assuming the translator has the right term, in our language, for the ancient warrior assassins of lore.” “You have ninjas?” I asked him. “Kitsen ninjas?” “Indeed,” he said. “As the Masked Exile, I am technically part of their tradition. It’s not as practical an art as the stories make it sound—more a method of training the mind and soul. But as we bring peace to mind and soul, we learn to bring stillness to the world around us.” I was barely listening. Fifteen-centimeter-tall. Furry. Ninjas. Scud. The universe was awesome after all.
Brandon Sanderson (Defiant (Skyward, #4))
Assassin Wither, on the other hand, was peculiar. He wore a loose-fitting, all-black outfit, similar to something a ninja might wear. He had netherite armor and a netherite sword in one hand and battle axe in the other. He wore dark sunglasses to obscure his eyes. He had painted three wither skulls in the center of his chest plate.
Dr. Block (Diary of a Surfer Villager, Book 25 (Diary of a Surfer Villager #25))
I am Alice,” said the ninja, “leader of the Ninja Squad!”  She pulled out two wooden swords and swirled them around her head before striking a pose. She was clad all in black, and only her eyes were visible through the small slit in her hood. Another ninja stepped forward. He was also clad head to toe in black, with a white mask covering his face. “I’m Shadow,” he said, “the leader of the Ninja Squad, and master of the art of shadow stealth techniques. I can hide inside any shadow, and sneak up on any foe.” Another ninja stepped forward. He was wearing a black ninja outfit, but over his eye-slit he was wearing a pair of sunglasses. “Hey dudes, I’m DJ,” he said, “the jukebox ninja, and leader of the Ninja Squad. I can hide inside music, and assassinate foes with the power of awesome beats.” “Wait,” said Dave. “How can all three of you be the leader?” “We held a vote,” said Shadow, looking a bit embarrassed, “to see who should be leader. And, um…” “Everyone voted for themselves,” said Alice. “Riiight,” said Dave. “Anyway, now that’s out of the way—” “Silence mortal!” yelled another ninja. “We haven’t finished our introductions yet! I am Kyle the Mighty! Defeater of zombies and defender of this realm! I can summon thunder from the heavens to smite my foes! I am the leader of the Ninja Squad!
Dave Villager (Dave the Villager 12: An Unofficial Minecraft Book (The Legend of Dave the Villager))
Shinobi
William Widman (Ninja: Ninja Warrior Fun Facts For Kids: Ninja Assassin History, Training, and Code)
Drake was used to her occasional protests, but they usually involved insects, Japanese Ninjas or French assassins. He saw nothing like that out of the car window.
David Leadbeater (The Fabergé Heist (Matt Drake #21))
You know I was never very good with violence.” “But you’re a ninja,” said Tia. “Ninja-slash-thief,” he replied. “Not ninja-slash-assassin. Similar basic training, but entirely different specializations. I don’t fight my way out of trouble. I disappear.” “That’s probably why they sent a ninja-slash-assassin to keep you from doing that,
A. Lee Martinez (The Last Adventure of Constance Verity)