Every human life has infinite value and to destroy even one is a crime against all humanity.

Abortion should be listed as a weapon of mass destruction against the voiceless.

He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.

On the whole men are more good than bad; that, however, isn’t the real point. But they are more or less ignorant, and it is this that we call vice or virtue; the most incorrigible...

A study in scarlet, eh? Why shouldn’t we use a little art jargon? There’s the scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate...

And then, on September 11, the world fractured.It’s beyond my skill as a writer to capture that day and the days that would follow–the planes, like specters, vanishing into steel and glass; the slow-motion cascade...

It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.

Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.

One should let one’s nails grow for a fortnight. O, how sweet it is to drag brutally from his bed a child with no hair on his upper lip and with wide open eyes, make...

Mrder—all I need is u.

Q: What do Jesus and Nicole Brown Simpson have in common? A: They were both killed by the Joooooooose.

When I saw a murder taking place, I almost didn’t have time to make coffee before stopping it. But thank God I did, because otherwise somebody would have died—and even worse, I’d be tired.

Law, religion and tradition condemns and murders while grace justifies and saves

I had a dream about you. I invented and sold shoes that left no footprints, and you were thinking about committing a murder in a muddy area. I said that committing a murder was a...

Must have a lot of male customers to let her dress like that. Nice view.

So that was where we were in our relationship.Derwent’s scale ran all the way from wouldn’t piss-on-you-if-you-were-on-fire to would-kill-for-you-no-need-to-ask-twice. I was quite glad to be somewhere near the middle.

No matter which way you dice it, self-preservation is selfish.

And they certainly wouldn’t take you along to a murder. That would be irresponsible parenting.

All experienced murderers seek cover. By putting the Agency’s fingerprints on [Mafia] operations, the mob could anticipate that the CIA would [be forced to] cooperate in the cover-up of crucial information related to JFK’s assassination

Assassination is murder with a touch more precision. Brother Sim is precise.

Some girls are sweeter… Others have a tinge of bitterness… It is as if I can smell their souls. Their experiences and relationships are painted in warm, sour crimson.

I feel I could kill. I feel that I might like it. And I know that this should scare me. But it doesn’t. It excites me. I am in Plato’s cave, watching the shadows and...

It is man who kills, man who creates or suffers injustice; it is no longer man who, having lost all restraint, shares his bed with a corpse. Whoever waits for his neighbor to die in...

It was the face of a human being who’d been constructed exclusively of wounds. Not time or history or ambition, nothing but wounds. The face of a person who could probably kill someone without feeling...

The police, finding a corpse with twenty-eight stab wounds in a bathtub, suspected foul play.

What was Dr. Mera’s motive for murder? I don’t need to tell that to a writer of detective novels such as yourself. You know well enough yourself that even without a motive, a murderer lives...

I have been quite put out of temper this morning and someone ought to die for it.

Only the virtuous can count on life, the pursuer of evil can only ever count on death.

If Alice had a post-engagement policy, it was to pass.

Children playing while in the background the TV blares with screams, gunfire and rape-murder scenes. It seeps in.

Perhaps this is the purpose of all art, all writing, on the murders, fiction and non-fiction: Simply to participate.

What kind of dark, twisted mind preys on young women? I think it was Poe that said the death of a beautiful woman is the most poetical thing in the universe, and if that was...

Plunder, ravage and kill; the secret works of the repugnant. Since the fall of man and brother killing brother, evil has owned the night.

It’s like pretending to be Santa and then stabbing someone with a candy cane!

She looks so serious. Why such a stern look? Oh yeah, somebody’s just been murdered. With all my diabolical laughter, I seem to have forgotten about that.

It seems to me, that you people spend a great deal of time talking about honour, but strip away the high sounding words and you are no different from any other race. Family? Has Priam...

It didn’t hit me that it was a murder,

Murder is such an elastic term, isn’t it?(“Mind Over Murder”)

One has to commit a painting,’ said Degas,’the way one commits a crime.

But it was just luck really if the girls survived. You’re like a man firing a machine gun into a supermarket who happens not to become a murderer.

I’ll stop eating steak when you stop killing spiders.” Absurdity: comparing cows to spiders. Arachnids are pure evil. They’re like a cigarette manufacturer or a terrorist. They’re organized religion on eight legs.

Lust may turn a man into a rapist, but religion pushes him into a murder.

The woman had gasped beneath his heavy body. He rubbed against her, lubricated by the warm, sticky liquid, but as her body gradually grew cold, he felt as though they’d been glued together. She seemed...

Men got two guns, you know. One for now,” he tapped the barrel of his gun against her nose. “And one for later.” When his free hand went to his zipper, she twisted underneath him,...

Whenever a group produces murderers, the early parental relationship must have been abusive and neglectful. Yet this elementary truth has not even begun to be considered in historical research; just stating that poor mothering lies...

The Proclaimers thunder through my head.Imagine it.Imagine killing someone to the tune of two Scottish nerds wearing glasses and flattop haircuts. How will I ever listen to that song again? What will I do if...

I looked at her, with her hair spilled out on the pillows and the warmth of her body warming mine. And I thought, god-dang, if this ain’t a heck of a way to be in...

In his imagination, he grabbed his dad by the throat and squeezed until an old mans face turned purple. No pleading, no begging, simply… nothing.

The rain set early in tonight,The sullen wind was soon awake,It tore the elm-tops down for spite,And did its best to vex the lake:I listened with heart fit to break.When glided in Porphyria; straightShe shut...

playing God.” Human authorities arrogate to themselves rights which belong only to God. God is under no obligation whatsoever to extend my life for another second. If He wanted to strike me dead right now,...