Quotes About Murder

Sleeping was not the usual reaction people had when he pointed out that he killed people.

A detective uncovers the rebellion. Isn't that what sin is? Same with murder - the cunning, ugly ordinary mutiny of it?

Because a simple colored man isn't murdered like that unless he stumbled onto something. Something unusual. Something dangerous. Something...damaging.

Two seconds later, he bolted upright and turned to his sister with a big grin. "Hey! You know what this means? You and I are on our way to the scene of a murder!

Murphy interrupted. "Just one more question, Jeff. The medical examiner says he noticed flesh had been severed from the feet of the victims found in the blue drum. What about it?" Dahmer knowingly nodded. "Well, the flesh on the bottom of the feet is extremely tough. I found that by cutting off the sole and heel, it was easier for the muriatic acid to work on the bones of the foot.

I asked Dahmer why he started keeping the heads. He answered that it was a shame to go through all the trouble of meeting them, bringing them home, killing them, and cutting them up, just to throw everything away. He wanted to keep some part of the men with him. Besides, he could then bring out the skulls later and masturbate while thinking of the time he had spent with each lover.

Dahmer told us he met many men who were willing to be with him. He enjoyed their company, especially if they let him have his way sexually, but he only killed the ones he found the most beautiful. Those he wanted to keep with him.

Dahmer was a marked man from the day he entered the penitentiary. His murder in prison was inevitable, and Dahmer would have been told this prior to being moved out of solitary. His desire to be around other people must have outweighed his fear of being killed, or he simply didn't care anymore.

On November 28, 1994, Dahmer was sent with two other prisoners to clean a bathroom at the Columbia Correctional Institute in Portage, Wisconsin. Inmate Christopher Scarver first beat Jesse Anderson, the other prisoner, in front of Dahmer before turning his weapon, a grip from a barbell weight, on Dahmer, who put up no resistance. Coincidentally, it was the very same kind of weapon Dahmer used against his first murder victim at age eighteen.

The medical examiner had found what appeared to be the markings of a tenderizing instrument on the pieces of biceps and thigh. The markings corresponded with a wooden meat tenderizer recovered from the scene. The paper-thin cuts of individually wrapped heart and liver made it look as though he was storing the "food" for later use.

Dahmer explained that most of his pickups occurred on Friday nights. That way, he could keep the body around and have sex with it until Sunday evening, when he cut up the body. The trash men came early Monday morning and took away everything. At times like this, he just cut up the body into fillets to throw out and placed the disarticulated skeleton into the rubber trash container with the acid until it became sludgy and then he could flush it down the toilet.

The justifications of men who kill should always be heard with skepticism, said the monster.

I look at the knife- Resting in a puddle of water- Near the ledge by the pulpit behind Aaron- Where I dropped it- And I hear it calling to me- Take me, it says- Take me and use me, it says- Aaron hold open his arms. "Murder me," he says. "Become a man." Never let me go says the knife

Now you're sure we are not going to be murdered?" Call Me Steve says, actually looking a bit nervous. "Prom night. Group of diverse teens. Remote cabin…

Siempre hay que escuchar con escepticismo la justificación de los hombres que matan

The justifications of men who kill should always be heard with skepticism,

Madge didn't appear to be around. I had no idea what I would say to Madge when I finally saw her. 'Sorry I killed a couple of guys out by your pool, and oh by the way I need a refill on my coffee' didn't

The serial killer Gary Gilmore summed up the attitude of someone without moral feelings: "I was always capable of murder.… I can become totally devoid of feelings of others, unemotional. I know I'm doing something grossly fucking wrong. I can still go ahead and do it.

What do they be teaching the young these days? I declare, they think more on machines and formulas than they do on the true knowledge of the world. They blow things up, and call it progress. They kills one another by the million, and calls it civilization... But you takes a single life, just one, and that is murder most foul, and they will pin you for that, and lay it against you the rest of your life. It hardly seems fair.

The gunshot hit Nicolai Gorev squarely between the eyes. His head snapped back, then whipped forward, and he toppled face-first onto his desk.

Resentments contain a great deal of energy—enough to lead to war, murder and suicide.

She stared up at Vader, unafraid."I hate you and everything you stand for" she said."But when I murdered, I murdered out of love" Vader raised his blade, his breathing loud and steady. When he spoke, his voice was as deep and hollow as a funeral gong. "I know precisely what you mean" he said and slashed.

to murder him?' Horton shrugged. 'How did Owen seem at Arina's funeral?

Goddamnit, I hate murder more than just about anything," said Sheriff Red Jetty. "It can just ruin a day.