{"quotes":[{"text":"He could have killed me for the blunder— which really wasn’t my fault— but I was lucky , and he gave me another chance. The two officers who questioned him were also incredibly lucky for not having had any idea who it was they’d been questioning.","author":"Floyd C. Forsberg","tags":["blunder","breaking-the-law","crime","criminal","criminal-behavior","criminal-minds","criminal-mindset","fault","killed","lucky","officers","police","police-officers","questioning","true-crime"],"id":10080,"author_id":"Floyd+C.+Forsberg"},{"text":"Well, I once recall an old master sergeant once telling me that NCOs look after the men so that officers can figure out how to get them killed. That's the difference between maintenance and command.","author":"Garth Ennis","tags":["command","killed","maintenance","military","ncos","officers","war"],"id":44298,"author_id":"Garth+Ennis"},{"text":"He overheard the director talking to one of the cameramen. The cameraman was explaining that he couldn’t get a good long shot on the exterior because someone had set up a fake graveyard right in the plaza.“Kids just playing around, I guess, but it’s morbid; we’ll have to get rid of it, maybe bring in some sod to—”“No,” Albert said.“We’re almost ready for you,” the director assured him.“That’s not a fake graveyard. Those aren’t fake graves. No one was playing around.”“You’re saying those . . . Those are actually . . .”“What do you think happened here?” Albert asked in a soft voice. “What do you think this was?” Absurdly, embarrassingly, he had started to cry. “Those are kids buried there. Some of them were torn apart, you know. By coyotes. By . . . By bad people. Shot. Crushed. Like that. Some of those kids in the ground there couldn’t take it, the hunger and the fear . . . Some of those kids out there had to be cut down from the ropes they used to hang themselves. Early on, when we still had any animals? I had a crew go out and hunt down cats. Cats and dogs and rats. Kill them. Other kids to skin them . . . Cook them up.”There were a dozen crew people in the McDonald’s. None spoke or moved.Albert brushed away tears and sighed. “Yeah. So don’t mess with the graves. Okay? Other than that, we’re good to go.","author":"Michael Grant","tags":["albert-hillsborough","cameraman","died","director","emotional","fayz","graveyard","kids","killed"],"id":51780,"author_id":"Michael+Grant"},{"text":"I think I killed a girl who looked like this once.","author":"Kendare Blake","tags":["ghost","girl","humor","killed","nightmare"],"id":69251,"author_id":"Kendare+Blake"},{"text":"Espere' in Spanish, is the one word covering two meanings: 'waiting' and 'hoping'. If life, however, offers no expectation or prospect, waiting represents time 'wasted”. Waiting needs a future. If not, time is condemned to be 'killed'. In the event that we are lost in a gap of boredom and despair, we are driven back in a vacuum of senselessness and deadlocked in a point of nothingness. We are, so therefore, bound to watch the agony of 'time'. ('Waiting for a place behind the geraniums ' ).","author":"Erik Pevernagie","tags":["agony","boredom","bound","condemned","deadlocked","despair","driven","expectation","future","gap","geraniums","hoping","killed","life","lost","meanings","need","nothingness","point","prospect","senselessness","spanish","therefore","time","vacuum","waiting","wasted","watch","word"],"id":80967,"author_id":"Erik+Pevernagie"},{"text":"Some people’s self-esteem was secretly improved when they discovered that their then-lovers had killed themselves over them.","author":"Mokokoma Mokhonoana","tags":["aphorism","aphorisms","aphorist","aphorists","aplomb","assertiveness","better","bettered","boldness","boy","boyfriend","boyfriends","boys","confidence","confident","courage","esteem","funny","girl","girlfriend","girlfriends","girls","hilarious","humor","humorous","humour","husband","husbands","improve","improved","in-secret-secretly","joke","jokes","kill","kill-herself-over","kill-himself-over","kill-oneself-over","kill-yourself-over","killed","killed-herself-over","killed-himself-over","killing-yourself-over","lover","lovers","man","men","mettle","nerve","phlegm","poise","romeo-and-juliet","satire","secret","self-assurance","self-confidence","self-esteem","self-murder","self-murders","self-possession","suicidal","suicide","suicides","wife","wives","woman","women"],"id":81360,"author_id":"Mokokoma+Mokhonoana"},{"text":"People die from checkmate..., they run and run they are always the figure king, they run and run one of their paths once it's blocked they run and run keep it again a path is blocked they run in this place again and again.... With the time the path goes small and small one moment you have one path and then a other figure comes and it has been blocked by it... So you are killed by this you can't protect yourself. It's the best attack ever made, it's called checkmate!","author":"Deyth Banger","tags":["checkmate","comes","killed","other","path","then"],"id":85406,"author_id":"Deyth+Banger"},{"text":"If he had learned anything from his father’s fate, it was to win, no matter how you did it. It was not important if someone else was hurt, or killed. If you won, you would be forgiven anything. You could be taken from a stinking ger and forced through the ranks until a thousand men followed your orders as if they came from the khan himself. Blood and talent. The nation was built on both.","author":"Conn Iggulden","tags":["blood","both","built","forgiven","ger","hurt","important","khan","killed","matter","nation","orders","ranks","talent","thousand","win"],"id":109303,"author_id":"Conn+Iggulden"},{"text":"Hunter’s dead,” Taylor said without preamble. “It was these . . . These things. They came crawling up out of him and were eating him, oh God, I mean, it was like . . . I mean he was crying and Dekka prayed with him and he tried to fry his own brain just like he did with Harry only I guess it didn’t work, I guess he couldn’t do it, so Sam . . .” She swallowed. “Anyone have some water?”“What about Sam?” Astrid demanded.“He did it for him. Sam. I mean, he . . . Hunter was, you know . . . So Sam.” She pantomimed raising her hands, like Sam, like he would do when using his power.Astrid closed her eyes and crossed herself.“Rest in peace,” Edilio said and crossed himself as well.“Sam burned the boy?” Howard asked. Then, bitterly sarcastic said, “Yeah, you all pray to Jesus. Because Jesus is really providing a lot of help here. Sounds to me like Sam was the one doing what had to be done.","author":"Michael Grant","tags":["astrid-ellison","bugs","burned","dead","dekka","eating","edilio","emotional","howard-bassem","hunter-lefkowitz","killed","parasites","pray","put-down","sam-temple","taylor"],"id":111232,"author_id":"Michael+Grant"},{"text":"At the very point that I’ve taken something for granted, I have at that same moment taken it to its grave. And if I look around, I realize I’ve cultivated quite a cemetery.","author":"Craig D. Lounsbrough","tags":["appreciate","appreciation","buried","bury","careless","cemetery","entitled","entitlement","foolish","granted","grave","ignorance","kill","killed","rights","selfish","terminate","terminated","value"],"id":116929,"author_id":"Craig+D.+Lounsbrough"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":36,"pages":4,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}