Nausea and panic rose in my throat. I had killed a man.

If one could order a crime as one does a dinner, what would you choose? . . . Let’s review the menu. Robbery? Frogery? No, I think not. Rather too vegetarian. It must be murder—red-blooded...

In another Christmas story, Dale Pearson, evil developer, self-absorbed woman hater, and seemingly unredeemable curmudgeon, might be visited in the night by a series of ghosts who, by showing him bleak visions of Christmas future,...

Was not Hypatia the greatest philosopher of Alexandria, and a true martyr to the old values of learning? She was torn to pieces by a mob of incensed Christians not because she was a woman,...

Most of the dreams that have suffered to death were murdered by their own owners.

Nobody showed up to my wedding, even though I sent out 50 invitations. The problem was 49 of the people were dead when I sent them out, and the 50th person died shortly after I...

One last thing,” it never is. Unless they die right after speaking. Make sure that they do. Check their pulse to be certain.

A hanging, though, was something different. I got to thinking. We hadn’t never been to nothing just to have a good time. A hanging was special and we was all getting to go.

You took a life and the theft went unpunished. God didn’t strike you down. The sky didn’t fall. The morning after, you turned on the faucet and water still came out… It was still good...

I had to kill and eat my pet chicken. It was dinner for one, because the night before I killed and ate my grandpa.

About his madmen Mr. Lecky was no more certain. He knew less than the little to be learned of the causes or even of the results of madness. Yet for practical purposes one can imagine...

Vomit began to spill out of me like pea soup, splattering the road with champagne and caviar, long island iced teas, of bacon appetizers and croissants, and a perfectly grilled filet mignonette. It had gone...

Sometimes I feel that the wars in my country ended so early, we are still thirsty of bloodshed, murder and killing. We lost too many but not enough, the transformation from barbarian society to a...

I don’t know who you are,” she thought, “but whoever you are, you’re one hell of a player.

As Confucius says, under some circumstances murder can be forgiven; but unreasonableness never is.

One does not kill to avoid social inconvenience.

The desire to know the future gnaws at our bones. That is where it started, and might have ended, years ago.I had cast the stones, seeing their faces flicker and fall: Death, Love, Murder, Treachery,...

It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people? It costs everything you are.

A few years ago I started an online flirtation with a high school flame, Andy. Things got weird and I called it off and two months later…Versace was dead…dead.

I’ll have to remember you think that way,” Nathan said.

None of these apparent sightings interested Hawksmoor, since it was quite usual for members of the public to come forward with such accounts and to describe unreal figures who took on the adventitious shape already...

If the Pentateuch is inspired, the civilization of of our day is a mistake and crime. There should be no political liberty. Heresy should be trodden out beneath the bigot’s brutal feet. Husbands should divorce...

The man behind the check-in counter gives the impression that he has just axe-murdered the motel’s owner (and family, and family pet) and is going through these procedures of hostelry so as not to arouse...

Taking a life, is not worth getting life in prison.

It is the manner of death that reveals the importance of a man. Ordinary people are murdered while extraordinary people are assassinated.

And at that moment, Thibaut knew he was a murderer. He had murdered his brother that night; he had taken away his brother’s soul.

Simon Glass was easy to hate. I never knew exactly why, there was just too much to pick from. I guess, really, we each hated him for a different reason, but we didn’t realize it...

Some peopleAre worthy of a bullet straightto the heart because that is wherecruelty evolves into evil.Somehumans aren’t human at all,despite how they appear.Humanity is what lives insidepeople,harbored beneath skin, flesh,and bone.

I used his severed hand as a murder weapon. I hope I didn’t get my fingerprints on his fingerprints.

The last time somebody pointed out that cowboys ride horses, not tricycles, I shot him. Of course, I waited until another gunslinger gunned him down, but nevertheless, I still shot him.

Of all the ways to murder someone, slowly, over the course of about 75 years or so, is the best way to not get caught. Nobody, not even Sherlock Holmes, would suspect a thing.

A parent gives life, but as parent, gives no more. A murderer takes life, but his deed stops there. A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.

When you kill someone, something from that person passes to you – a sigh, a smell or a gesture. I call it “the curse of the victim.” It clings to your body and seeps into...

The modern evil, we have said, greatly turns on this: thatpeople do not see that the exception proves the rule. Thus it mayor may not be right to kill a murderer; but it can only...

It won’t take me a minute to kill you. – Felix

Bastará decir que soy Juan Pablo Castel, el pintor que mató a María Iribarne; supongo que el proceso está en el recuerdo de todos y que no se necesitan mayores explicaciones sobre mi persona.

Suspense, murder, revenge, scandal; a delicious cocktail party.

The whole thing becomes like this evil enchantment from a fairy tale, but you’re made to believe the spell can never be broken.

For its survival, the satanic cult demanded secrecy and obedience while it made brutality, even killing, appropriate. Denial and disavowal were inevitable responses to required behaviors so bizarre as to seem unreal, even to those...

Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.

You wanted to show everyone you could write about the black heart of a killer. And all the while pretending you don’t even have your own dark desires.

When they finally did dare it, at first with stolen glances and then candid ones, they had to smile. They were uncommonly proud. For the first time they had done something out of Love.

It’s an old story, amigo mío. Be careful of those closest to you because they can do the most damage.

May be the power lies in the hands of the one who holds the gun… so he just presses the trigger whenever the slightest streak of anger passes his mind… and after a few haunting...

I, Larry Vail, do hereby confessTo murdering Merry in her little dress.To strangling and raping and making a mess.To all of these charges the answer is yes.

There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls,Doing more murder in this loathsome world,Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

A guy with no will to live isn’t worth killing.

You will take his life but you can’t take his memory out of us.

Heaven is comfort, but it’s still not living.

Don’t you read the statistics? Guns are unisex these days.