Quotes About Murder

Murder: The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language defines it as "the unlawful killing of one human being by another, especially with malice aforethought." The mother of a murdered child has a different definition: "The blackest hell accompanied by a pain so intense that even breathing becomes an unendurable labor." I know; I am the mother of a murdered child.

O'Brien asked everything, from soft questions such as the correct spelling of his name (Al didn't know if i or e was the correct ending and said he preferred "Capone") to hard ones such as if he really gave a banquet for Albert Anselmi and John Scalise before he beat them to death with a baseball bat.

So I thought, you know, Teach me about death, Satan, I don't care. And it was all about murder, which was great because when you're not the one getting murdered, murder's the ultimate interesting thing. I totally agree with that.

Being a detective isn't all about torture and murder and monsters. Sometimes it gets truly unpleasant...The fate of the world may depend on whether or not you can bring yourself to visit your relatives.

I'm placing you under arrest for murder, conspiracy to commit murder and, I don't know, possibly littering.

You accused me of murder. Do you make a habit of bringing schoolgirls into an interview room with murder suspects?' He waved his hand. 'Oh, I was only joking about that. I don't really think you murdered someone. Unless you did, in which case I reserve the right to say I knew it all along.

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.

You're under arrest for multiple counts of murder. You have the right to not much at all, really. Do you have anything to say in your defense?

Have you killed anyone?" she asked quickly. "What? Did you miss what I said, about turning murder into an art form?" "But you haven't actually killed anyone yet, have you? I read your file." He glowered. "Technically, yeah, all right, maybe I haven't

While my insides may be rotten, I still like a good reason to kill someone. It has to be either business, personal, or out of sheer boredom.

He liked murder. Murder and long walks had been two of his favorite things when he was younger.

Skulduggery: The fate of the world may depend on whether or not you can bring yourself to visit your relatives Stephanie: It may depend Skulduggery: Valkyrie-- Stephanie: Fine I'll go - Skulduggery: Being a detective isn't all about torture and murder and monster. Sometimes it gets truly unpleasant.

He looked at Ghastly. "Thoughts?" "I want to kill Sanguine," was the first thing Ghastly said. "And I want to do it slowly, in front of a lot of people. Using a hammer

I'm placing you under arrest for murder, attempted murder, conspiracy to commit murder and, I don't know, possibly littering.

Hello, Davina. You're under arrest for multiple accounts of murder. You have the right to not much at all, really. Do you have anything to say in your defense?" Marr remained unconscious. "Splendid," Skulduggery said happily.

I am turning murder into an art form. When I – when I kill, I'm actually painting a big, big picture, using blood and, and . . . messiness, you know? – Scapegrace

But you said he was OK. He murdered someone and you said he was OK." Never scowled. "First of all, and I think this is important, that's not the order in which those things occurred. I said he was OK, and then he murdered someone. But, due to recent events, I've obviously changed my mind about him.

He broke the first law of being a vampire when he killed his own kind. If he can't stick to that simple rule, how safe do you think you are?

I kill Cain," Crux said, pointing a finger back at himself. "Me. Not you, not the vampire, not the idiot." Scapegrace frowned. "Who's the idiot?

Oh, yeah," Axelia whispered back. "I think I'm freaking out a bit. I've never seen a murder victim before." Omen frowned at her. "How do you know he was murdered?" "He has a knife sticking out of his back." Omen took a few steps to his left, and saw the knife handle. "Oh, yeah.

Hello, Davina. You're under arrest for multiple counts of murder. You have the right to not much at all, really. Do you have anything to say in your defence?

Hypocrite: The man who murdered his parents, and then pleaded for mercy on the grounds that he was an orphan.

To destroy the fetus 'is something worse than murder.' The one who does this 'does not take away life that has already been born, but prevents it from being born.'

Listen to yourself. Poor martyred Louisa. I predict that Fellows will solve this murder and then sweep you off your feet." Daniel shrugged. "Well, the sweeping-you-off-your-feet part might take a little nudge. But he wants to do it. It's a beautiful thing to watch the way he looks at you. Fellows glared at Gil tonight as though he wanted to find a claymore, learn how to use it, and finish him off. Or just pull out a pistol and shoot him.