Quotes About Murder

The costumes raised memories of the Night of the Kinken Shards, when the New Quill Party had overrun the khepri ghetto in a storm of murder, shattering spit-sculptures in the Plaza of Statues, stamping the mindless males and butchering the women until they trod a ground of glass needles, ichor, blood.

Chili, spice of red Thursday, which is the day of reckoning. Day which invites us to pick up the sack of our existence and shake it inside out. Day of suicide, day of murder.

Had the killer gotten to Iverson somehow? Was yet another person dead because of them?

His body and mind seemed fueled by the arcane energy burning inside his flesh, and the only time he ever felt tired was when he had gone too long between killings.

When you get right down to it, if you're a woman, being killed by someone you love is the most ordinary murder of all.

During my many years of interviewing murderous psychopaths, I have noted all of them have over-inflated egos.

Every death is a murder, every death in war is a murder for which someone is responsible.

Etiquette for phone solicitors: "Helen Michelle, the way you stop someone from calling again is by saying, 'Thank you so much for calling, but I've just murdered my husband and need to finish digging a hole in the backyard. Good-bye.

first choice had been to rent a cabin in the woods, but that is too much nature. I don't do cabins in the woods because I have seen too many movies about cabins in the woods. If someone wants to murder me, they are going to have to get past reception.

The scale of these "cleansing executions" – judicial murder after summary trials – alarmed even Himmler who was visiting in October 1940, though obviously he was concerned not with the humanitarian issue but the wastage of much-needed "Aryan" labour.

the not uncommon sexual humiliation of priests as a prelude to their murder,

Spain's historic form of extrajudicial murder, the ley de fugas, inherited from the long-lived Restoration monarchy, was now operating on an industrial scale against those who had sought a voice and a vote.

Not if you know the secret,' he countered, leaning closer. There was a slight Jack Nicholson vibe to all this. I drew back, faintly alarmed. 'It's simple. If you want a well-behaved goshawk, you just have to do one thing. Give 'em the opportunity to kill things. Kill as much as possible. Murder sorts them out.' And he grinned.

He contends this is not an isolated case and explains that prosecutors, judges, and juries, most of whom are white, are far more outraged when white people are murdered than when black people are.

Murder is murder, and a killer is a killer! Even if he pisses in a gold chamberpot, he's still a killer.

"Crimes of passion," that phrase drives me crazy. A man murdering his girlfriend is not a crime of passion. Premature ejaculation, that's a crime of passion.

Spoken in the context of the riots, the words did not kill but they enacted and performed, and what they performed was a murder: a ritual murder. Not the Jews but their Christian accusers performed the ritual murder.

The murder of Ernst Winter and the violence that followed provided the struggling anti-Semitic parties with an opportunity to revitalize their movement.

Moritz Stern's Source Contributions to the Position of the Popes on the Jews, which gathered together the medieval papacy's impressive record denouncing the ritual-murder accusation

These are not soldiers, these are men. They are notadventurers or warriors, designed for human butchery - as butchers or cattle. They are the ploughmen or workers that one recognizes even in their uniforms. They are uprooted civilians. They are ready, waiting for the signal for death or murder, but when you examine their faces between the vertical ranks of bayonets, they are nothing but men.

A polluted stream, the bright spirit of water dead, is as sad as human death from murder. The soul of the murderer has been murdered first, we know; let the rivers sing...

He felt what a murderer must feel, when he sees the body he has robbed of life. That body, robbed by him of life, was their love, the first stage of their love. There was something awful and revolting in the memory of what had been bought at this fearful price of shame. Shame at their spiritual nakedness crushed her and infected him.

Perhaps you think I'm losing the thread of my thought? Not a bit of it! I'm still telling you the story of how I murdered my wife, They asked me in court how I killed her, what I used to do it with. Imbeciles! They thought I killed her that day, the fifth of October, with a knife. It wasn't that day I killed her, it was much earlier. Exactly in the same way as they're killing their wives now, all of them...

after the murder of the duc there was one martyr more in heaven and one hero less on earth