Quotes About Murder

What I feel is that if one has got to have a murder actually happening in one's house, one might as well enjoy it, if you know what I mean.

Agatha Christie

And the victim, mademoiselle, is very often the clue to the mystery." Miss Reilly said: "That's rather clever of you, M. Poirot. It's certainly true that if ever a woman deserved to be murdered Mrs. Leidner was that woman!

Her works are not about the blood, but the marrow. They can be charming and harrowing at the same time.

A childish rhyme of my infancy came back into my mind - the rhyme of the ten little soldier boys. It had fascinated me as a child of two - the inexorable diminishment - the sense of inevitability. I began, secretly, to collect victims....

I didn't answer. I was caught up once more by the fantastic notion that one of these people was a dangerous and cold-blooded murderer. Somehow, on this beautiful still sunny morning it seemed impossible.

Tak satu pun yang lebih berbahaya daripada memeras seseorang yang telah membunuh.

It mightn't have been at all. It might be just some mentally disturbed nut who liked killing people and whose idea of playing with water is to push somebody's head under it and hold it there.

Poirot said: "Who could have murdered him?" Japp said: "The answer to that is—almost anybody!

Agatha Christie

But me, I am scrupulously fair. I look always on both sides. Let us examine what occurred if Carol Boynton was innocent. She returns to the camp. She goes up to her stepmother and she finds her, shall we say, dead.

Poor Emily was never murdered until he came along.

One little soldier boy left all alone." How did it end? Oh, yes! "He got married and then there were none.

There was a severed head, and two soft white forearms, and two long legs from the knees down, all laid out on the tile floor, with the hideous cuts of the saw clearly visible. The faucet was running, and the water had filled the bathtub and overflowed onto the floor. The long, luxuriant black hair on the bloated head twined and floated in the water like an undulant knot of snakes.

suppose a murderer carries a torso away from the scene of the crime. What does he do with the leftover bones and internal organs once he's stripped off the skin? Actually I must confess that it only just occurred to me now that this sort of problem—the efficient management of crime-related waste products—might be called 'criminal economics.

Le New York Observer s'était déjà demandé s'il serait un jour possible de voir un homme noir libéré sous caution dans le cadre d'un procès pour meurtre, et je devais bien admettre que non.

Spying came to him as making love comes to other men. It is his belief, in fact, that his father may have had relations with the Okhrana, the czar's intelligence service, though his murder by the Turks was haphazard—simply one act in a village slaughter. But Avram knew them, whether they were Turkish Aghas or British officers, he always understood how they worked, where their vulnerabilities lay.

Character is always known. Thefts never enrich; alms never impoverish; murder will speak out of stone walls.

The most shocking fact about war is that its victims and its instruments are individual human beings, and that these individual beings are condemned by the monstrous conventions of politics to murder or be murdered in quarrels not their own.

Organized murder is war, and though we demonstrate against a particular war, the nuclear, or any other kind of war, we have never demonstrated against war.

War is organized murder and torture against our brothers.

If I am elected president, every militant on the face of the planet will know, if you go and join ISIS, if you wage jihad on the United States of America, if you attempt to murder innocent Americans you are signing your death warrant.

I'd made myself some hot chocolate, located a book with a lot of murder and mayhem,curled up on a loveseat near the fireplace, and was happily envisioning Joe as the corpse of this tale.

Tómese un viejo castillo medio en ruinas. Un largo pasillo con muchas puertas, varias de ellas han de ser secretas. Tres cadáveres aún sangrantes. Tres esqueletos bien embalados. Una vieja ahorcada con varias puñaladas en el pecho. Ladrones y bandidos a discreción. Una dosis suficiente de susurros, gemidos ahogados y estruendos horrísonos. Mézclese, agítese y escríbase. El cuento está listo