No one outside could imagine what it felt like to squeeze the life out of a man, to feel the jerking and juddering as you throttled away their last breath. Sometimes Jared found himself staring...

Murder in My House

He should have caught up with me inside of fifteen minutes at the outside, if he’d been able to get on the next train after mine. But then there was that station agent to be...

But how did I murder her? Is that how men do murders? Do men go to commit a murder as I went then? I will tell you some day how I went! Did I murder...

Try to avoid getting involved with somebody who’s gonna need killing before it’s over. It may seem to you that that narrows the field somewhat, but be diligent.

To spare Cloyce’s victims further indignities to their memory, I must be a scourge. To prevent others from perhaps being infected by Cloyce’s depravity by watching him at work, I must be a scourge. To...

Is there a reason you look like you want to murder me?””Not particularly. You have that effect on people.

Once,” Balinda begins softly, “when I was in the emergency room with my mother they brought in a murderer who had been shot and was dying, right there in front of us. I watched as...

It’d be great to be so famous that if I murder someone, I will never, ever, ever serve any jail time, even if it’s totally obvious to everyone that I did it.

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

As he watches the sun rise, what grieves him is that he failed her. He thinks of the terror she felt. They tell him it was quick, as if that will somehow confine the horror.

There is good weird and good strange and bad weird and bad strange. Your Daddy is good weird and good strange.

One situation – maybe one alone – could drive me to murder: family life, togetherness.

But Anja. I hear Anja’s voice. Maybe I am insane. I hear her crying. I see her alone in the trees. I remember being alone and humiliated. I remember, too, the fat little boy hiding...

I rested my head on the wall behind me and closed my eyes, wishing my life had a button: Ignore All.

And if the characters haven’t died, they carry on murdering to this very day …

My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white.

You take what you want at the end of a gun, you murder and rape and steal, and you call it bringing civilization. And what is civilization, to you, but us being properly grateful to...

The poker fell from my trembling hands as my entire body shook with reaction. I fell to my knees, pressed my hands to my face and began to sob. What had I done?

Why didn’t they ask the Evans?

But life, they said, means life. Dying inside.The Devil was evil, mad, but I was the Devil’s wifewhich made me worse. I howled in my cell.If the Devil is gone then how could this be...

By Hays’ reasoning, penetrating a rectum with a penis is a violation of how God meant humans to function. However, penetrating a human body with a sword, a common way to kill people in biblical...

Death cannot stop true love. That’s why it’s pointless for me to try to murder all my adoring female fans.

If you love me, wait until you meet my clone!

I was alone in that room. Of course, there were bodies all around, but they were all dead. They were dead when I got there. Well, most of them were dead. The last few I...

Witnesses in my dream can place me in my bed, asleep, at the time of the murder.

We adapt to our sorrows, I suppose, as unpleasant as they might be. One cannot weep forever. One simply runs dry of tears.

Leading up to my life is a long line of dead bodies. These are my ancestors, and I respect them, but I’m glad I don’t have to bury them all. I just have to bury...

Mr. Lecky could see well enough to eat. He brought his chair over and sat down gratefully while he consumed, but with appetite now, the ham and biscuits which he had disdained in the morning....

Oblige me by taking away that knife. I can’t look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.

We’d be the safest country in the world if the world knew we didn’t have a gun. Men are not killed because they get mad at each other. They’re killed because one has a gun.

It is not an accident but a brutal murder,

Murder is a dream because lack is the center of both.

(A murderer about their victim:)”He was an expert in vicarious death. I should like to have been there to see how he enjoyed the real thing.

The Nazis are not justified by saying,Don’t you know that there is more than just the issue of the Jews? The issues are more complex than that! What of the poor in this country, who...

He did not recognize himself either. He was a totally new being, bald, covered with grease and blood, pink and blue eyed: he was his own baby…He was a great fat chuckling baby, and he...

It is not premeditated murder. It’s not even close.

I was thinking of murder, mutilation and dessert like Ignacia Sandoval’s instructions for delectable empanadas made of minced mother-in-law’s tongue (said to induce peace and harmony in your household), or the gonads of your cheating...

Generally he knew by instinct the likely length of an investigation, but on this occasion he did not: as he fought to get his breath he suddenly saw himself as others must see him, and...

If the Pentateuch is not inspired in its astronomy, geology, geography, history or philosophy, if it is not inspired concerning slavery, polygamy, war, law, religious or political liberty, or the rights of men, women and...

Killing is killing, whether done for duty, profit or fun

She remembers blood.A fine mist which goes deep into her lungs, over her skin and through the air. She remembers a desert at dusk. The sky indigo blue and the fire bright, so bright that...

There are 4 kinds of Homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable, and praiseworthy.

Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul,that soft summer morninground a turning in the path,the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,its legs in the air like a woman in needburning its...

Murder.

Algol is the name of the winking demon star, Medusa of the skies; fair but deadly to look on, even for one who is already dying.Ah, the bright stars of the night.Almost they obliterate the...

She wanted to tell him so much, on the tarmac, the day he left. The world is run by brutal men and the surest proof is their armies. If they ask you to stand still,...

If I ever decide to kill you, you’d be the first to know about it. (And hopefully the only person to know about it).

On the night of the murder I was at home, asleep. The characters in my dream can vouch for me.

They should make suitcases shaped like human bodies, for discretely transporting dead cadavers. And I should get a friends and family discount.