So, what are you going to do about it?””Watch this!””Oh, that’s just freaking great. ‘Watch this!’ The two most dangerous words in the English language. I’m getting out of here before lightning strikes.

Murder is like potato chips: you can’t stop with just one.

…I take photographs and I film my own home movies, I have a darkroom as well… but I can’t be a photojournalist like you… I can’t be anything… still, at least I can take photographs,...

Nutters love murder.

Naturally, one does not normally discuss plans to commit murder with the intended victim.

Words do murder.

Across the rectory’s east lawn, through a blizzard of flying leaves, something long and thin was flapping in the wind. A ragged figure in a white nightgown hanging lifelessly from the trees.

I should have known when I first saw that picture. For it is a very remarkable picture. It is the picture of a murderess painted by her victim-it is the picture of a girl watching...

Leila dreamt that her Soul was on fire. It was not a nightmare. Shannon was in the dream. Shannon was telling her to wake up. She woke up, burning as if she had a fever,...

The time will come when men such as I will look upon the murder of animals as they now look on the murder of men.

The only other man I’d let see my wife’s naked body is the butcher.

If I were a betting man, and Thank Vegas I’m not, I’d say this bartender looks guilty of murder. Or maybe he just looks drunk. Possibly the two looks are identical.

Suicide pact: I’ll shoot you, and then you’ll shoot me.

Democracy in America was never the same as Liberty in Europe. In Europe Liberty was a great life-throb. But in America Democracy was always something anti-life. The greatest democrats, like Abraham Lincoln, had always a...

all men carry murder in their hearts, yet even so, the poisoner is beneath contempt.

Novels are written word by word. If you can write a word, and then another word, you can write a novel—assuming your novel will be two words long. Here’s a two-word romance novel: I do....

From all these friends, I could not escape learning some of the statistics that I preferred not to know. Forty-one people at the mall had been wounded. Nineteen had died. Everyone said it was a...

There is no nation in the history that has not experienced bloodshed and murdering. We all have committed the same mistakes in a different manner.

She looked him directly in the eye. A colleague of hers had once told her that eye contact with another person for more than six seconds without looking away or blinking revealed a desire for...

He was a strong and noble lord with piercing eyes of grey. He sat upon his noble throne shining like the dawn. His sword flashed like the brightest star. He led our people well. Yet...

Those who pray for your downfall are concentrating negative thoughts towards you, without taking cognisance of the slippery ground in which they are standing, which could lead to their downfall.

The police have asked for my help. There’s been a murder.””A murder! Oh, my. Let me just change my shoes,” Evie said excitedly. “It won’t be a minute.

Fruit of the Poisonous Tree, The True Story of Murder in a Small Town, begins on a steamy August night with two teenagers, brother and sister, on an evil mission deep in a rural Michigan...

rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.

Scott could feel the contents of his stomach flip over and over on themselves. He turned to the side and retched, frothy yellow bile spilled out onto the newspaper covered floor, filling the room with...

Detective Inspector Eccles sighed. He may ordinarily have met his sigh with the question of why the newly appointed Superintendent Dickinson was turning up to this late hour crime scene, he may also ordinarily question...

When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin’, but not to help.

The time approachesThat will with due decision make us knowWhat we shall say we have and what we owe.Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,But certain issue strokes must arbitrate;Towards which, advance the war.They exit marching.

But what then is capital punishment but the most premeditated of murders, to which no criminal’s deed, however calculated it may be, can be compared? For there to be equivalence, the death penalty would have...

My mother’s mother came to this country in the usual way–she got on a boat with other immigrants and sailed from Sicily. She wasn’t one of them, however: neither tired nor poor or part of...

The severing of his limbs and subsequent cauterizing of the wounds was not the most pleasurable part, no.” His mad grin stretched, it seemed, from ear to ear.

Annabelle, I’m going to kill you!” I cried, frowning at the mess. Then I glanced down the stairway and gasped.It looked like someone had beaten me to it.

First she would try to kill him, but failing this give him food and her body, breast-feed him back to a state of childishness and even, perhaps, feel affection for him. Then, the moment he...

Murderers don’t even know that murder happens.

When a fish kills another fish, it’s not fishing—it’s hunting. And when a woman kills a mermaid, it’s not fishing, it’s half crazy—from the waste down.

I remember having an argument with Alan, I said the Queen’s not just going to call the guy up and send him out to do it. And Alan says, well, how would a monarch give...

I killed a man for his shoes, and then I realized his feet were much smaller than mine. So I walked around barefoot for a week, in honor of a man who died a senseless...

Then without any warning the car stopped. They were there.”The ride’s over,” someone said. “End of the ride.”For a moment nobody got out. They just sat there. The driver cut the ignition, and after that...

It’s tough to lose one parent, but to lose two—in a murder/suicide no less! But it’s OK, soon after the incident I found out I was abandoned as a baby, so they weren’t my real...

The more you love,the more love you have to give.It’s the only feeling we have which is infinite…

Hello? Anyone there?” I ask again. Repeating myself. I am beginning to feel rather anxious now. Scared, would be a better word to use. Shivers have begun to creep up my spinal cord, and I...

You want a revolution, start murdering innocents.

For the writer, the serial killer is, abstractly, an analogue of the imagination’s caprices and amorality; the sense that, no matter the dictates and even the wishes of the conscious social self, the life or...

There was no black or white. Someone who had been good her entire life could, in fact, do something evil. People were just as capable of committing murder, under the right circumstances, as any monster.

Her aunt and uncle worked fifteen hours a day in their desperate attempt to keep the corner shop in profit, and their Sundays were marked by exhaustion. The moral code by which they lived was...

He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.

If I say I’ll help you I’ll help you. If I say I’ll kill you I’ll kill you. Everything else is ripples of maybe.

I don’t feel guilty for anything. I feel sorry for people who feel guilt.

Maybe you’ll change Abandon all your wicked waysMake amends and start anew againMaybe you’ll seeAll the wrongs you did to meAnd start all over, start all over again.Who am i kidding?Now, lets not get overzealous...

Please,” he says. “I’m begging you to stop.”I still. “I can’t stomach your pain,” he says. “I can feel it so strongly and it’s making me crazy- please,” he says to me. “Don’t be sad....