Quotes About Murder

He killed her and I made a mess of his head. Even the devil won't recognize him now.

Todos los homicidas incurren en alguno. En especial los que matan a sangre fría, cerebralmente. Su crimen suele estar perfectamente planeado. Pero están solos para vigilar la perfecta ejecución de sus planes mientras que, de nuestro lado, hay muchos cerebros concentrados en la solución del mismo problema.

Setiap orang bisa membunuh dengan darah panas, tanpa akal sehat. Tapi akal sehat adalah yang diminta sang raja pembunuh. Akal sehat mengatakan kepada Zulaika bahwa ia tidak mungkin berhasil dalam dua serangan melawan laki-laki yang jauh lebih besar dan lebih kuat dari padanya.

Don't worry about it. If I'm wrong, Security is monitoring me every second. That just means they'll know who to charge with your murder, said Forrice. Are you always this optimistic? I have to be an optimist, explained Forrice. I won't have anyone to tease if they kill you.

Suicide is worse than murder. One can murder for vengeance or out of greed, but even greed is the expression of a perverted love of life. But to commit suicide is to throw one's life down contemptuously at God's feet

Murder simply hastens a bit what God will eventually see to on His own.

Love can not be much younger than the lust for murder.

He killed them with their love.

You always kill the one you love.

People more often kill those they love than those they hate. Possibly because only the people you love can really make life unendurable to you.

have always suspected suicide, though no pistol was found near the body.  He may have discovered something—God knows what!—so possibly Lady Arabella may herself have killed him.

Don't tell me he was another serial killer, Bateman. Not another serial killer." "No, McDufus, he wasn't a serial killer

rare post-gay film in which no one is tortured about being gay, no one gets bullied, no one is ashamed, no one has tearfully passionate coming-out scenes, and there's no gay suffering at all—there's a murder, but it's over money. And isn't this, in our new acceptance of gay lives and equality, whether black or white, the more progressive view?

The knife was warm, heated by the dying man's severed entrails.

Halleck wrathfully wrote to Sherman: "It seems but little better than murder to give important commands to such men as Banks, Butler, McClernand, Sigel and Lew Wallace, and yet it seems impossible to prevent it.

You don't have to be insane to cut people up, no matter how fiendishly you do it. You just have to hate enough.

Bringing this man's murderer to justice was more important to Sebastian than he could begin to explain, even to himself.

There was something about the act of killing that could bring out everything primitive and not quite human within a man.

It's pretty tough to keep the lid on mass murder," remarked the Miami police chief. "God knows we've tried.

At heart Chaz Perrone was irrefutably a cheat and a maggot, but he had always shunned violence as dutifully as a Quaker elder. Nobody who knew him, including his few friends, would have imagined him capable of homicide. Chaz himself was somewhat amazed that he'd actually gone through with it.

He said, "My life story is this: I've killed five men, and I've been married five times." Christina slowly pulled her hand away. "Which scares you more?" Mick Stranahan said.

I mean, you've got thirty detectives working on this murder, right? You must have had a list of suspects." "Not on this one." "So what we're talking about is blind luck. Some Beach cop nails the guy for running a traffic light and, bingo, there's Mr. Sparky Harper's missing automobile." "Luck was only part of it," Garcia said sourly. Keyes said, "You caught Cabal in the victim's car, but what else?

You'd be surprised," he said. "Just the other night, some guy pushed his wife overboard." The snip-snip-snip of the shears ceased.

Come on, Al, this wasn't a knife in the ribs. It was the ritual murder of a prominent citizen. How did Harper get into those silly clothes? Who smeared suntan oil all over him? Who stuffed a goddamn toy alligator down his throat? Who sawed his legs off? Are you telling me that some two-bit auto burglar concocted this whole thing?