And at that moment, Thibaut knew he was a murderer. He had murdered his brother that night; he had taken away his brother's soul.

In the mind of the public, she seemed endowed with an almost supernatural power to commit heinous acts, now matter the time or place.

With this guy, two words come to mind: Probable murderer. But since he was the bartender, another word comes to mind: Understandable.

The attendance of that brother was now become like the attendance of a demon on some devoted being that had sold himself to destruction

It is wrong to kill anyone. It is wrong to kill those who kill. It is wrong to kill the executioner. The laws on murder must be killed!

I’m a murderer. I killed the conversation. She said she loved me, and I said, “If you love me, wait until you meet my clone!

Plunder, ravage and kill; the secret works of the repugnant. Since the fall of man and brother killing brother, evil has owned the night.

To take another person’s life for personal gain is the most selfish act imaginable. Especially when that other person is your clone.

The government (or humanity) would not permit capital punishment for one man, but they permitted the murder of millions a little at a time.

If there are two witnesses to a murder, you and the guy you killed, I’d say your secret is safe. I won’t say nothing to nobody.

We ask our brain to stop worrying, stop obsessing, stop dreaming the same scary dreams again and again. But our brain rarely takes requests.

(A murderer about their victim:)"He was an expert in vicarious death. I should like to have been there to see how he enjoyed the real thing.

He was born after me, and he died before me. I gave him life, and I killed him. He was an idea, and considerably harder to stab than grandpa.

Art makes murder into the supreme image of Beauty and in doing so sets free the vengeful God. (referring to Jean Lorrain's LE VICE ERRANT)

through god's eyes murder is still murder. there's no such thing as a legal murder, it's only legal through the eyes of a murderer.