Well, as to that, all I'll say is, you can't take out a fellow's heart before he's ready to give it up.

I like a good murder that can't be found out. That is, of course it is very shocking, but I like to hear about it.

one blow in anger [would] kill, probably, a child from aged two to eight. Those over eight would take two blows to kill.

I’d kill for any one of my friends. Thankfully for the overpopulated prison system, I don’t have any friends.

If I ever decide to kill you, you’d be the first to know about it. (And hopefully the only person to know about it).

They camped that night on the foreplain at the foot of a talus slope and the murder that had been reckoned upon took place.

The northern star changes its position every ten thousand years, but friendships can last for all eternity.— RJPeters

It was bewildering, the way that reality could be overtaken, wrestled down, and murdered by the sheer weight of possibility.

The last vestiges of consciousness tell her she has just witnessed her own murder, all she ever was and hoped to be is gone.

It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.

The best way to hide a body is to convert it to saltwater and then dump it in the ocean. But whatever you do, do not drink it!

Madness doesn’t get off wearing gloves. It needs to feel skin on skin, smell the blood and shit as it brings itself off.

But what if the monsters come?""Fancy." Kit looked away from the drama to stare at her sister, surprised. "We are the monsters.

He'd kill you all right. No sweat. But for the wrong reasons. Amateur's reasons. Of course, you'll be just as dead.

Art's cruel. You can get away with murder with words. But a picture is like a window straight through to your inmost heart.