“Carry me back to land, Goldilocks, or cry havoc and let loose the slithering Dobermans of war!”
“Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!”
“Stories are wild creatures, the monster said. When you let them loose, who knows what havoc they might wreak?”
“And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge,With Ate by his side come hot from hell,Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war,That this foul deed shall smell above the earthWith carrion men, groaning for burial.”
“...People who smoked cannabis were Other, and the cannabis they smoked threatened to let their Otherness loose in the land.”
“He that is the author of war lets loose the whole contagion of hell and opens a vein that bleeds a nation to death.”