Quotes About Murderer

When your power comes from others, on approval, you are their slave. Never sacrifice yourselves - never! Whoever urges you to self-sacrifice is worse than a common murderer, who at least cuts your throat himself, without persuading YOU to do it.

I've often wondered since then how these murderer fellows manage to keep in shape while they're contemplating their next effort. I had a much simpler sort of job on hand, and the thought of it rattled me to such an extent in the night watches that I was a perfect wreck next day. Dark circles under the eyes—

I think it is right that you should know I am here in the capacity of a private enquiry agent. If she had announced that she was there in the capacity of a Fairy Godmother or of First Murderer, she could hardly have surprised him more. In fact, the Fairy Godmother would have seemed quite appropriate by comparison.

It came home to him then that he was separated from the people round him -- not as yet by bolts and bars, by prison walls, or by the sentence of the law, but by the intangible barriers which have separated the murderer from his kind ever since the mark was set on Cain.

Poor me. A murderer who got caught before he could murder anybody.

Stand as I did after throwing the switch, a murderer, a betrayer, but still proud, feet firmly planted on Hyperion's shifting sand, head held high, fist raised against the sky, crying "A plague on both your houses!

Everything about me is a contradiction, and so is everything about everybody else. We are made out of oppositions; we live between two poles. There's a philistine and an aesthete in all of us, and a murderer and a saint. You don't reconcile the poles. You just recognize them.

You're right," Qibli said to her. "Underneath the brainwashing genocidal murderer is a very lonely brainwashing genocidal murderer.

Underneath the brainwashing genocidal murderer is a very lonely brainwashing genocidal murderer.

A murderer's guilt is easier to hide than feelings of love. Midday is like nighttime for love—that's how brightly passion shines.

There are people who cannot forget, as neither do I, the lesson of the years of the Indochina War. Which was, first, that the state is capable of being a murderer. A mass murderer, and a conspirator and a liar.

though I am still...exceedingly puzzled as to why our murderer should decide to draw almost inevitable attention to himself by wearing such a conspicuous pair of plimsolls and running around Burford for two and a half hours.

He turns to the painting. "I fear Mark was right." "Who is Mark?" "A silly little boy who runs after George Boleyn. I once heard him say I looked like a murderer." Gregory says, "Did you not know?

He runs his eye along the row of knives in their racks, the cleavers for splitting bones. He picks one up, looks at its edge, decides it needs sharpening and says, "Do you think I look like a murderer? In your good opinion?" A silence. After a while, Thurston proffers, "At this moment, master, I would have to say...

I love my parents' murderer; I suppose I could love anyone.

After all, I'm already a murderer. No one really expects a murderer to stop killing.

You don't believe that I could care about you, even after you betrayed me?' He watches me with his cat eyes. 'I'm still your father.' 'You're my father's murderer,' I blurt out. 'I can be both,' Madoc says, smiling, showing those teeth. I tried to rattle him, but I succeeded only in rattling myself.

When I am scared, I can't forget that no matter how well he plays the role of father, he will always and forever also be my father's murderer.

When I am scared, I can't forget that no matter how well he plays the role of father, he will always and forever also be my father's murderer.

may be cruel, a monster, and a murderer, but I do not shirk my responsibilities.

When I'm scared, I can't forget that no matter how well he plays the role of father, he will always and forever also be my father's murderer.

I'm still your father.'' ''You're my father's murderer,'' I blurt out. ''I can be both,'' Madoc says, smiling, showing those teeth.

Sometimes Jude longed for her bike, but there were none in Faerie. Instead, she had giant toads, and thin greenish ponies and wild-eyed horses slim as shadows. And she had weapons. And her parents' murderer, now her foster father.

Have you discovered aught of my erstwhile murderer?