Quotes About Murder

Finally, this being America," Bryson says at another point, "there is the constant possibility of murder." The bears leave him alone, he is not murdered, and apart from sore feet, he is hardly inconvenienced in what is, for all its mock ordeals, a likable book.

Our body remains alive, yet sooner or later our soul will receive a mortal blow. The perfect crime--for we don't know who murdered our joy, what their motives were, or where the guilty parties are to be found.

Art's cruel. You can get away with murder with words. But a picture is like a window straight through to your inmost heart.

Scapegrace leaped up. "I am the Killer Supreme! I make murder into an art form!" Skulduggery hit him again and Scapegrace did a little twirl before falling.

Why dont they stick to murder and leave art to us?

thou art the best o' the cut-throats

Art makes murder into the supreme image of Beauty and in doing so sets free the vengeful God. (referring to Jean Lorrain's LE VICE ERRANT)

Anyone can put paint on a canvas, but only a true master can bring the painting to life. Anyone can kill, but only a genius can make murder an art.

murdered. Michael had left a trail of bodies

Look at me! I roar. Do you think you'll be the first I've killed today? I wasn't a murderer, but you changed me. I'm a monster now. And I'm hungry. Meera! Anotoine whines. Prae! Please, I beg you. You're civilised people. Help me! We can't, Prae says coldly. Even if we wanted to - and personally I have no problem with him gutting you - we couldn't. He's not ours to control. He's one of your specimens. You helped create him - now you have to deal with him

They look happy, sated, full. They pay no attention to me. Like junkies after a fix. Spaced out. In a world of their own. A world of murder, cannibalism and sweet, sweet brains.

As Kurda stepped up beside Gavner, he raised his knife high and swung it down in a vicious arc. It cut deep into the belly of its intended target, slicing open the flesh, ensuring death. It would have been a lovely stroke to behold if it had been directed at one of the vampaneze. But Kurda hadn't stuck the blade into any of the purple-skinned invaders — he'd stuck it into Gavner Purl!

Murder doesn't round out anybody's life except the murdered's and sometimes the murderer's.

Our friend Nunheim was filled full of .32s just about an hour after he copped the sneak on us - deader'n hell. The pills look like they come from the same gun that cut down the Wolf dame. The experts are matching 'em up now. I guess he wishes he'd stayed and talked to us.

Your playmates sent him?" I asked, nodding at the dead man. "I only talked to him with this," he said, patting the automatic on the bed, "but I reckon they did." "How did it happen?" "It happened simple enough. I heard the door opening, and I switched on the light, and there he was, and I shot him, and there he is.

disappearing faster than weekend houseguests in an Agatha Christie story.

We have not one but two killers. And as implausible as it sounds, I don't think either one knew about the other.

In Cold Blood, by Truman Capote.

Montgomery dude said he killed my parents.

All over the galaxy, men with the best gifts of Science and no skills but those of murder looked for patrons who would hire them to bring down civilization. Business was good.

Mrs. Horowitz said, It is inexcusable that humans think they can murder other animals because they murder themselves. I must tell you, I hate humans. They terrify me. They should, I continued. I interviewed Yehudi Menuhin the other day.

Blood will have blood.

Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep, - the innocent sleep; Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

What, you egg? [stabs him]