What mattered at fifty-eight was what had mattered at eighteen: breeding and good bone structure.

Love is a blur. So is this picture. But what do you expect? Murder is fuzzy, like a peach. Yummy!

I don't know who you are," she thought, "but whoever you are, you're one hell of a player.

As Confucius says, under some circumstances murder can be forgiven; but unreasonableness never is.

One situation – maybe one alone – could drive me to murder: family life, togetherness.

If you're that obsessed with someone, why would you kill her?Humans are full of contradictions.

I ate the evidence he’d been murdered. What Carl called “Kevin,” I called dinner.

I rested my head on the wall behind me and closed my eyes, wishing my life had a button: Ignore All.

Each of us is a book waiting to be written, and that book, if written, results in a person explained.

The most terrifying part was that the evil dwelling in those eyes could've gone unnoticed by many.

How you can argue with those who whip, stone and murder people because they wanted to live their life?

Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.


A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect.

Q: What do Jesus and Nicole Brown Simpson have in common? A: They were both killed by the Joooooooose.

My name is Mr. Murderedscott. But if you want to know what happened to Scott, I didn’t kill him.