Dream murderers are people who refuse to learn and optimize their own dreams. They discourage others from going ahead to make it happen. Why? Because they don't want go higher and they want everyone to be like them!

— Israelmore Ayivor

If I were making a country, I'd get the sewage pipes first, then the democracy, then I'd go about giving pamphlets and statues of Gandhi to other people, but what do I know? I'm just a murderer!

— Aravind Adiga

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

— Thomas M. Cirignano

Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

— William S. Burroughs

In the age of ideologies, we must make up our minds about murder. If murder has rational foundations, then our period and we ourselves have significance. If it has no such foundations, then we are plunged into madness there is no way out except to find some significance or to desist.

— Albert Camus

Don't make me cover your face with a pillow until you see my side of things.'Isn't that called murder?

— G.A. Aiken

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

— Jim Morrison

Twenty to life, she got, with time off for good behavior. You come around next spring. I'll introduce you.

— Alfred Hitchcock

In another Christmas story, Dale Pearson, evil developer, self-absorbed woman hater, and seemingly unredeemable curmudgeon, might be visited in the night by a series of ghosts who, by showing him bleak visions of Christmas future, past, and present, would bring about in him a change to generosity, kindness, and a general warmth toward his fellow man. But this is not that kind of Christmas story, so here, in not too many pages, someone is going to dispatch the miserable son of a bitch with a shovel. That's the spirit of Christmas yet to come in these parts. Ho, ho, ho.

— Christopher Moore

As he watches the sun rise, what grieves him is that he failed her. He thinks of the terror she felt. They tell him it was quick, as if that will somehow confine the horror.

— Nancy Horan