conspiracy to commit terrorist murder.

That’s a demon for you. Wants me dead but wants to be sure that he is the one who does me in.

The best way to hide a body is to convert it to saltwater and then dump it in the ocean. But whatever you do, do not drink it!

Even now when I’m furious, what I would like to do is to punch the infuriating person flat on the ground. That solves nothing I know, and I spent a lot of time understanding my own violence, which is not of the pussycat kind. There are people who could never commit murder; I am not...

But when, as is most often the case, the husband and wife accept the external obligation to live together all their lives and have, by the second month, come to loathe the sight of each other, want to get divorced and yet go on living together, it usually ends in that terrible hell that drives...

I am not yet come of age, my lord. How can I be queen?” asked Constance fearfully.

After further investigation into this incident, we’ve deemed it to be a murder and we’re looking at it with foul play indications.

Constance: Tell me, what happened to William’s little maid? I never saw her again after that dinner.Mary Maceachran: Elsie? — She’s gone.Constance: Oh, it’s a pity, really. I thought it was a good idea to have someone in the house who is actually sorry he’s dead.

A murderer is a killer without a uniform.

Like any man, he had no real protection from an unsolicited kiss from a pretty woman, even one he had just murdered.

If you wanted to kill me, why haven’t you smothered me in my sleep?” “No sport in that.” She gestured towards the ceiling. “Can I expect to be strung up on that bar and gutted like a deer?” He looked up at the bar and frowned. “Too much sport. Lots of heave-hoeing. Big mess to...

The men stop coming after Hunt goes missing. We learned from the last brave soul to visit that they whispered all sorts of stories to answer his disappearance. My favorite is that we ate him. We cooked him up with our whore-earned corn, a dozen rats’ eyes, and a bat wing. Even I couldn’t have...

He liked the Leedses. He was sorry that he had been to the morgue. He thought the madman who visited them might have liked them too. But the madman would like them better the way they were now.

The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers.

Our purpose is to find out whether innocence, the moment it becomes involved in an action, can avoid committing murder.

The liberation of those who commit murder and terrorism is unacceptable,

There is a point where, as a writer, you grow to hate your characters, their stupid motivations, and their whiny inner dialogues. The only solution I have found to deal with that is to kill the character, resurrect him, then kill him again.

Surgeons are a singular brotherhood, Adam. To us, people aren’t sacred beings crafted in the Almighty’s image, no, people are joints of meat; diseased, leathery meat, yes, but meat ready for the skewer & the spit.” He mimicked my usual voice, very well. “‘But why *me*, Henry, are we not friends?’ Well, Adam, even friends...

Well, man, you should have never hit me in my face.

Both of the items were used in an attempted murder, but hers was a dagger, and mine was a baby’s rubber bottle nipple. That was the last time I took a stab at love.

This white guy’s probably all defensive because the black guy accused him of being the killer. But come on, the white guy’s obviously not the killer, because only one murder took place. Now, if there were multiple victims, my money would be on whitey.

Mike wished Mr. Burden had chosen another time to be murdered. He was beginning to see that the hour of dressing for dinner might have been expressly designed for persons who need a quiet spell for the commission of crime.

The shots left a hard ringing sound within the closeness of the brick walls. Terry held the pistol at arm’s length on a level with his eyes–the Russian Tokarev resembling an old-model Colt .45, big and heavy–and made the sign of the cross with it over the dead. He said, “Rest in peace, motherfuckers,” turned,...

Gosh, it’s easy!’ he marveled, open-mouthed. ‘I never knew before how easy it is to kill anyone! Twenty years to grow ’em, and all it takes is one little push!’He was suddenly drunk with some new kind of power, undiscovered until this minute. The power of life and death over his fellowmen! Everyone had it,...

Imagine a murder indictment without identifying a victim, … There is a stunning lack of specificity …

Mr. Lecky had proceeded quickly for several moments before he drew up, shocked. A few more steps and he might have stumbled on his idiot, for the stairs he had been approaching were the front stairs to the silverware department, which he wished to avoid. Shaken by this unpleasant mistake, he re-directed himself, turning back...

His kiss was like no other! His kiss was enchanted and fairy-tale like. He applied pressure, but just enough to feel his tenderness and warmth. I could feel his heart beating wildly as he pressed his chest against my chest all the while his loving lips brushed up against mine with a care-filled affection. His...

Do you belong to the religion that whip, stone and murder people; because they wanted to enjoy their life.

Wherever he goes, whatever he does, he will always see that word: murder—immortally inscribed upon the pediment of that vast slaughterhouse—humanity.

Do you have to do murder?Do we have to do murder? Sure we have to do murder. There are only two subjects–a woman’s chastity, and murder. Nobody’s interested in chastity any more. Murder’s all we got to write stories about.

Unnatural death always provoked a peculiar unease, an uncomfortable realization that there were still some things that might not be susceptible to bureaucratic control.

It felt odd to have interrupted the life of someone she knew nothing about, to kill someone she had only just met, as though killing needed intimacy, deep knowledge of the other, to make it all right.

Unfortunately Brad was there also but he could not be spared because he would be a witness to the murder of his father.

Except for cases that clearly involve a homicidal maniac, the police like to believe murders are committed by those we know and love, and most of the time they’re right – a chilling thought when you sit down to dinner with a family of five. All those potential killers passing their plates.

They try to thrive. To multiply. To make murder a method of management.

[Bang, Bang takes cheery aim at movie clich ”©s while unraveling a murder mystery.] I stuffed in the kitchen sink because I was pent-up, … That way if you don’t like one joke, here’s this one.

In all ages the people have honored those who dishonored them. They have worshiped their destroyers; they have canonized the most gigantic liars, and buried the great thieves in marble and gold. Under the loftiest monuments sleeps the dust of murder.

Write or perish in the banality of mediocrity!

Handsome and brilliantly rich; their fatal flaw is murder.

American corporate capitalism is a murder-suicide mission.

At the small table, sitting very upright, was one of the ugliest old ladies he had ever seen. It was an ugliness of distinction – it fascinated rather than repelled.

Would you dare to walk with the beast on the dark side of the moon?

The greatest thrill is not to kill but to let live.

The ultimate dead end is murder. My house is on a dead-end street, and it’s killing me. My house is so small it’s trying to suffocate me.

Old habits die hard. Especially if those old habits involve murder and death.

The beautiful part about killing someone with an icicle is the murder weapon melts and then evaporates. And your assassination can be fruit flavored!

I AM the current curator of the black trunk and the stories it holds within.

Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never.

People who want to climb mountains just like taking metaphors for real. So when I say I could murder for a mangosteen, I hope you don’t think I’m going to go out and do that.

Heute ist der Terrorist an die Stelle des Mörders von einst getreten.