Quotes About Murder

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.

the more we learn, the less and less motive we find for suicide? But for murder, we begin to have a surprising collection of motives!

And, frankly, I don't like murder. It's the sort of thing that's fun to read about in the paper or to read yourself to sleep with in the way of a nice book. But the real thing isn't so good.

At all events, let us examine the position from the point of view of murder, not suicide." "Oh, all right. If you are on the scene, it probably would be murder!" For a moment Poirot smiled. "I hardly like that remark.

She was quite a kindly woman. What she said at the last in the kitchen was quite true. 'I didn't want to kill anybody.' What she wanted was a great deal of money that didn't belong to her! And before that desire—(and it had become a kind of obsession—the money was to pay her back for all the suffering life had inflicted on her)—everything else went to the wall.

I should have known when I first saw that picture. For it is a very remarkable picture. It is the picture of a murderess painted by her victim-it is the picture of a girl watching her lover dies.

It's so difficult, isn't it, to get to know people when there is a murder? And quite impossible to have any really intellectual conversation.

Shaitana was a man who prided himself on his Mephistophelian attitude to life. He was a man of great vanity. He was also a stupid man-that's why he is dead.

And supposing the Coroner's jury returns a verdict of Wilful Murder against Alfred Inglethorp. What becomes of your theories, then?" "They would not be shaken because twelve stupid men had happened to make a mistake!

Mary Jordan did not die naturally. It was one of us, I think I know which one.

And anyway who the devil should I want to murder?" "That would be a very good question," said Miss Marple. "I have not yet had the pleasure of sufficient conversation with you to evolve a theory as to that." Mr. Rafter's smile broadened. "Conversations with you might be dangerous," he said. "Conversations are always dangerous, if you have something to hide," said Miss Marple.

I don't like anyone who comes and dies in my house on purpose to annoy me," said Lord Caterham obstinately.

Evidence of identification was given by the husband, and the only other evidence was medical. Heather Badcock had died as a result of four grains of hy-ethyl-dexyl-barbo-quinde-lorytate, or, let us be frank, some such name.

Say, gentlemen, this business is getting on my nerves. Murder and the snow and all, and nothing doing. Just hanging about and killing time. I'd like to get busy after someone or something." "The true Western spirit of hustle," said Poirot with a smile.

Breakfast with the Borgias.

Belgian stranger—all

That was what murder was-as easy as that! But afterwards you went on remembering...

jealousy is a pretty good motive for murder – and a pretty common one, too.

Now you must realize this, Hastings. Everyone is a potential murderer. In everyone there arises from time to time the wish to kill—though not the will to kill. How often have you not felt or heard others say: 'She made me so furious

A madman in particular has always a very strong reason for the crimes he commits.

From what you read and hear nowadays, it seems that murder under certain aspects is slowly but surely being made acceptable to a large section of the community." She

We're both very crime-minded. Read a lot about it.

It's so dreadfully easy—killing people. And you begin to feel that it doesn't matter…that it's only you that matters!

Who on earth but Poirot would have thought of a trial for murder as a restorer of conjugal happiness!