d8f1889
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I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.
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harry-potter
revenge
murder
azkaban
wormtail
sirius-black
justice
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J.K. Rowling |
a8d8881
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The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
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murder
classic
wit
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William Shakespeare |
211c9fe
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When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.
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murder
|
Thomas Harris |
ad333ae
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"How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away."
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murder
|
Alice Sebold |
537eff1
|
"The three of you have one solution to every problem. No key fits every lock." Cardan gives us all a stern look, holding up a long-fingered hand with my stolen ruby ring still on one finger. "Someone tries to betray the High King, Someone gives you a harsh look, Someone disrespects you, Someone ruins your laundry, "
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murder
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Holly Black |
c62b710
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Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.
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rape
murder
family
inspirational
haunting
imaginative
personal-growth
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Alice Sebold |
657f1dc
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What can you say to a man who tells you he prefers obeying God rather than men, and that as a result he's certain he'll go to heaven if he cuts your throat?
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murder
religion
fanaticism
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Voltaire |
076d612
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Murder is like potato chips: you can't stop with just one.
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murder
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Stephen King |
ae0a77a
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Plants are more courageous than almost all human beings: an orange tree would rather die than produce lemons, whereas instead of dying the average person would rather be someone they are not.
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be-yourself
acting
adage
adages
aphorisms
audacity
axiom
axioms
balls
cojones
conforming
courageousness
dictum
dictums
fit-in
hardihood
heroism
herself
human-being
intrepidity
made-me-think
make-you-think
maxims
motivated
moxie
murder
murdered
oneself
persons
pluckiness
pretender
pretenders
profound
provoke-thought
quotation
spunk
standout
themselves
true-grit
daring
humour
bravery
courage
inspired
people
human
fear
quote
inspiration
inspire
death
motivational
humor
inspirational
fearful
actor
saying
lemons
conform
animal
pluck
courageous
lemon
plants
nerve
boldness
motive
plant
words-to-live-by
killed
gnomes
nonconformity
orange
maxim
tree
brave
actors
façades
act
grit
epigram
epigrams
gnome
produce
deep
fitting-in
valour
proverbs
facade
aphorism
pretending
quotations
sayings
pretend
conformity
gallantry
peoples
guts
standing-out
trees
animals
satire
satirical
self
thought-provoking
person
himself
yourself
quotes
human-beings
thoughtful
insightful
proverb
humans
kill
fearlessness
dead
fruit
fruits
die
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Mokokoma Mokhonoana |
f93d416
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"Who's they?" He wanted to know. "Who, specifically, do you think is trying to murder you?" "Every one of them," Yossarian told him. "Every one of whom?" "Every one of whom do you think?" "I haven't any idea." "Then how do you know they aren't?" "Because..." Clevinger sputtered, and turned speechless with frustration. Clevinger really thought he was right, but Yossarian had proof, because strangers he didn't know shot at him with cannons every time he flew up into the air to drop bombs on them, and it wasn't funny at all."
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murder
paranoia
|
Joseph Heller |
fab54e9
|
Try to avoid getting involved with somebody who's gonna need killing before it's over. It may seem to you that that narrows the field somewhat, but be diligent.
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murder
|
Jill Conner Browne |
58b864a
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"You've a pretty good nerve," said Ratchett. "Will twenty thousand dollars tempt you?" It will not." If you're holding out for more, you won't get it. I know what a thing's worth to me." I, also M. Ratchett." What's wrong with my proposition?" Poirot rose. "If you will forgive me for being personal - I do not like your face, M. Ratchett," he said."
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murder
fiction
express
orient
hercule
poirot
detective
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Agatha Christie |
dbcf2e5
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On the whole, we're a murderous race. According to Genesis, it took as few as four people to make the planet too crowded to stand, and the first murder was a fratricide. Genesis says that in a fit of jealous rage, the very first child born to mortal parents, Cain, snapped and popped the first metaphorical cap in another human being. The attack was a bloody, brutal, violent, reprehensible killing. Cain's brother Abel probably never saw it coming. As I opened the door to my apartment, I was filled with a sense of empathic sympathy and intuitive understanding. For freaking Cain.
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murder
humor
genesis
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Jim Butcher |
e4f2d06
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He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.
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murder
heart
psychopath
the-silence-of-the-lambs
heartlessness
heartless
serial-killer
psychopaths
monster
human-nature
horror
soul
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Thomas Harris |
02d7c7c
|
"Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul, that soft summer morning round a turning in the path, the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones, its legs in the air like a woman in need burning its wedding poisons like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs, I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound, but I touch my body in vain to find the wound. I am the vampire of my own heart, one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter who can no longer smile.
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murder
poetry
death
primal-scene
horror
vampires
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Charles Baudelaire |
72a6ec1
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God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.
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|
sleep
murder
humanity
darkness
god
god-s-creation
hannibal
never-ending
psychopath
the-silence-of-the-lambs
doomed
cycle
doom
serial-killer
serial-killers
crying
punishment
prison
insanity
horror
mental-illness
hell
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Thomas Harris |
e88761e
|
Except for cases that clearly involve a homicidal maniac, the police like to believe murders are committed by those we know and love, and most of the time they're right - a chilling thought when you sit down to dinner with a family of five. All those potential killers passing their plates.
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murder
family
chilling
dinner
|
Sue Grafton |
f0c7798
|
When they finally did dare it, at first with stolen glances and then candid ones, they had to smile. They were uncommonly proud. For the first time they had done something out of Love.
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murder
|
Patrick Süskind |
aa4d12d
|
It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.
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murder
theory
humanity
quote
living
life
american-psycho
psycho
conclusion
psychopath
murderers
gore
serial-killer
epiphany
serial-killers
the-world
demons
murderer
society
human-beings
crime
humans
cruel
human-nature
horror
evil
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Bret Easton Ellis |
0e64d8b
|
The rule is that if they have a weapon and want to take you someplace else, it is so they can kill you slower--Peter
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murder
death
vampire
|
Laurell K. Hamilton |
1dcf117
|
"Kill you all!" The clown was laughing and screaming. "Try to stop me and I'll kill you all! Drive you crazy and then kill you all! You can't stop me!"
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murder
death
stephen
it
pennywise
kill
monster
horror
king
|
Stephen King |
fe91aca
|
At the small table, sitting very upright, was one of the ugliest old ladies he had ever seen. It was an ugliness of distinction - it fascinated rather than repelled.
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murder
fiction
express
orient
hercule
poirot
detective
|
Agatha Christie |
ff36aab
|
That night, the Raka conspirators had plenty of news to report, particularly Ochobu. Aly had not known that the mages of the Chain had been laboring to eliminate any mages who had worked magic on the Crown's behalf. So far they had killed seven of the most powerful. Chelaol would call this count of the dead another 'good start,' Aly thought grimly. This crude business of counting up lives taken struck her as a bad idea. It took the horror from death. When Ochobu named four mages on Lombyn who had had been killed in the streets of their towns, it had been about numbers, not lives. Maybe this is how you become a Rittevon, she thought. You get used to the dead being described as numbers, not fathers or daughters or grandparents. She turned to Dove when Ochobu finished, 'don't ever be like this,' she urged. 'don't think that it doesn't matter if you only hear of murder as a number. If you keep it at a distance.
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murder
life
|
Tamora Pierce |
f98a6a0
|
He'd kill you all right. No sweat. But for the wrong reasons. Amateur's reasons. Of course, you'll be just as dead.
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murder
|
Laurell K. Hamilton |
04ad97c
|
It'd be great to be so famous that if I murder someone, I will never, ever, ever serve any jail time, even if it's totally obvious to everyone that I did it.
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|
murder
humor
kaling
mindy
fame
popularity
|
Mindy Kaling |
0509813
|
Nothing gives a fearful man more courage than another's fear.
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murder
fear
friendship
|
Umberto Eco |
71f8972
|
Was not Hypatia the greatest philosopher of Alexandria, and a true martyr to the old values of learning? She was torn to pieces by a mob of incensed Christians not because she was a woman, but because her learning was so profound, her skills at dialectic so extensive that she reduced all who queried her to embarrassed silence. They could not argue with her, so they murdered her.
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murder
women
learning
education
hypatia-of-alexandria
philosophers
dialectics
skills
superiority
greatness
suppression
knowledge
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Iain Pears |
e2d4922
|
"1. Bangladesh.... In 1971 ... Kissinger overrode all advice in order to support the Pakistani generals in both their civilian massacre policy in East Bengal and their armed attack on India from West Pakistan.... This led to a moral and political catastrophe the effects of which are still sorely felt. Kissinger's undisclosed reason for the 'tilt' was the supposed but never materialised 'brokerage' offered by the dictator Yahya Khan in the course of secret diplomacy between Nixon and China.... Of the new state of Bangladesh, Kissinger remarked coldly that it was 'a basket case' before turning his unsolicited expertise elsewhere. 2. Chile.... Kissinger had direct personal knowledge of the CIA's plan to kidnap and murder General Rene Schneider, the head of the Chilean Armed Forces ... who refused to countenance military intervention in politics. In his hatred for the Allende Government, Kissinger even outdid Richard Helms ... who warned him that a coup in such a stable democracy would be hard to procure. The murder of Schneider nonetheless went ahead, at Kissinger's urging and with American financing, just between Allende's election and his confirmation.... This was one of the relatively few times that Mr Kissinger (his success in getting people to call him 'Doctor' is greater than that of most PhDs) involved himself in the assassination of a single named individual rather than the slaughter of anonymous thousands. His jocular remark on this occasion--'I don't see why we have to let a country go Marxist just because its people are irresponsible'--suggests he may have been having the best of times.... 3. Cyprus.... Kissinger approved of the preparations by Greek Cypriot fascists for the murder of President Makarios, and sanctioned the coup which tried to extend the rule of the Athens junta (a favoured client of his) to the island. When despite great waste of life this coup failed in its objective, which was also Kissinger's, of enforced partition, Kissinger promiscuously switched sides to support an even bloodier intervention by Turkey. Thomas Boyatt ... went to Kissinger in advance of the anti-Makarios putsch and warned him that it could lead to a civil war. 'Spare me the civics lecture,' replied Kissinger, who as you can readily see had an aphorism for all occasions. 4. Kurdistan. Having endorsed the covert policy of supporting a Kurdish revolt in northern Iraq between 1974 and 1975, with 'deniable' assistance also provided by Israel and the Shah of Iran, Kissinger made it plain to his subordinates that the Kurds were not to be allowed to win, but were to be employed for their nuisance value alone. They were not to be told that this was the case, but soon found out when the Shah and Saddam Hussein composed their differences, and American aid to Kurdistan was cut off. Hardened CIA hands went to Kissinger ... for an aid programme for the many thousands of Kurdish refugees who were thus abruptly created.... The of the day was: 'foreign policy should not he confused with missionary work.' Saddam Hussein heartily concurred.
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war
india
murder
morality
politics
1971-bangladesh-atrocities
1972-nixon-visit-to-china
1973-chilean-coup-d-etat
1974
1975
bangladesh
bangladesh-liberation-war
chile
china-pakistan-relations
doctors-of-philosophy
east-timor
ecclesiastical-coup
foreign-policy-of-the-us
greek-cypriots
indo-pakistani-war-of-1971
indonesia
indonesian-national-armed-forces
israeli-lebanese-conflict
jakarta
junta
kurdish-iraqi-conflict
lebanon
military-of-chile
mohammad-reza-pahlavi
monroe-leigh
news-leaks
pakistan-united-states-relations
portugual
portuguese-empire
rene-schneider
richard-nixon
salvador-allende
schneider-doctrine
second-kurdish-iraqi-war
shah
sino-american-relations
slaughter
thomas-d-boyatt
yahya-khan
central-intelligence-agency
iran
makarios-iii
international-law
athens
henry-kissinger
turkish-invasion-of-cyprus
turkey
partition
foreign-policy
missionaries
war-crimes
coup-d-état
walter-isaacson
kurdistan
marxism
iran-iraq-war
iraqi-kurdistan
kurdish-people
iraq
pakistan
saddam-hussein
cyprus
united-states
doctors
civil-war
fascism
assassination
democracy
diplomacy
israel
china
greece
refugees
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Christopher Hitchens |
5708e1b
|
I have been quite put out of temper this morning and someone ought to die for it.
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murder
temper
|
Susanna Clarke |
b0b9641
|
Mr. Buckley, let me explain it this way. And I'll do so very carefully and slowly so that even you will understand it. If I was the sheriff, I would not have arrested him. If I was on the grand jury, I would not have indicted him. If I was the judge, I would not try him. If I was the D.A., I would not prosecute him. If I was on the trial jury, I would vote to give him a key to the city, a plaque to hang on his wall, and I would send him home to his family. And, Mr. Buckley, if my daughter is ever raped, I hope I have the guts to do what he did.
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|
rape
murder
time-to-kill
vigilante-justice
retribution
|
John Grisham |
7a06a8b
|
Art's cruel. You can get away with murder with words. But a picture is like a window straight through to your inmost heart.
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|
words
murder
|
John Fowles |
c150255
|
I looked at her, with her hair spilled out on the pillows and the warmth of her body warming mine. And I thought, god-dang, if this ain't a heck of a way to be in bed with a pretty woman. The two of you arguing about murder, and threatening each other, when you're supposed to be in love and you could be doing something pretty nice. And then I thought, well, maybe it ain't so strange after all. Maybe it's like this with most people, everyone doing pretty much the same thing except in a different way. And all the time they're holding heaven in their hands.
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|
violence
murder
love
human-condition
crime-fiction
|
Jim Thompson |
dff0137
|
Chess is all about getting the king into check, you see. It's about killing the father. I would say that chess has more to do with the art of murder than it does with the art of war.
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killing
murder
father
king
|
Arturo Pérez-Reverte |
26d25a2
|
Why does anyone commit murder?' he asked in a low voice. 'I-'I blinked.'How should I know?' 'Three reasons,' Christopher said. He held up one finger. 'Love.' Another finger. 'Revenge.' And finally, a third finger. 'Profit...
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revenge
murder
meg-cabot
profit
|
Meg Cabot |
5966264
|
My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white.
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|
murder
lady-macbeth
innocence
shame
macbeth
|
William Shakespeare |
bfee7bd
|
"But I rather thought--I mean, I heard you'd killed Balder the Fair." "I never did," snapped Loki crossly. "Well, no one ever proved I did. What happened to the presumption of innocence? Besides, he was supposed to be invulnerable. Was it my fault that he wasn't?"
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|
murder
loki
innocence
|
Joanne Harris |
5999e19
|
I had killed a man, for money and a woman. I didn't have the money and I didn't have the woman.
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|
money
murder
women
noir
|
James M. Cain |
8030678
|
What obsession do men have for destruction and murder? Who do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled 'enemy?
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|
men
murder
|
Sylvia Plath |
60a902f
|
There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.
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|
time
murder
|
T.S. Eliot |
f6c663d
|
Murder is a dream because lack is the center of both.
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|
murder
dream
lack
|
Kathy Acker |
21e6e8d
|
Naturally, one does not normally discuss plans to commit murder with the intended victim.
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murder
killers
|
Robert J. Sawyer |
48ce90d
|
"Blood is thicker than water," The young man said As he knifed his friend For a drooling old bitch And a house full of lies."
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murder
family
friendship
blood-is-thicker-than-water
|
Ernest Hemingway |
b59a8ec
|
I have joined an ancient fraternity. I have killed a man.
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murder
|
Hubert Selby Jr. |
9874143
|
"Holmes took up the stone and held it against the light. "It's a bonny thing," said he. "Just see how it glints and sparkles. Of course it is a nucleus and focus of crime. Every good stone is. They are the devil's pet baits. In the larger and older jewels every facet may stand for a bloody deed. This stone is not yet twenty years old. It was found in the banks of the Amoy River in soutern China and is remarkable in having every characteristic of the carbuncle, save that it is blue in shade instead of ruby red. In spite of its youth, it has already a sinister history. There have been two murders, a vitriol-throwing, a suicide, and several robberies brought about for the sake of this forty-grain weight of crystallised charcoal. Who would think that so pretty a toy would be a purveyor to the gallows and the prison?"
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|
murder
greed
gems
precious-stones
jewels
sherlock-holmes
|
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle |
b50a5bb
|
And then, on September 11, the world fractured. It's beyond my skill as a writer to capture that day and the days that would follow--the planes, like specters, vanishing into steel and glass; the slow-motion cascade of the towers crumbling into themselves; the ash-covered figures wandering the streets; the anguish and the fear. Nor do I pretend to understand the stark nihilism that drove the terrorists that day and that drives their brethren still. My powers of empathy, my ability to reach into another's heart, cannot penetrate the blank stares of those would murder innocents with abstract, serene satisfaction.
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|
murder
families-of-victims
terrorism
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Barack Obama |
1ebf7a0
|
You've thrown down the gauntlet. You've brought my wrath down upon your house. Now, to prove that I exist I must kill you. As the child outlives the father, so must the character bury the author. If you are, in fact, my continuing author, then killing you will end my existence as well. Small loss. Such a life, as your puppet, is not worth living. But... If I destroy you and your dreck script, and I still exist... then my existence will be glorious, for I will become my own master.
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|
murder
heaven
living
death
life
wrath
master
puppet
damned
kill
dying
hell
|
Chuck Palahniuk |
1d3c16b
|
This was a normal town once, and we were normal people. Most of us worked at the plastics factory on the outskirts of town. Then one day there was an accident... something escaped from the factory, a yellow gas. It floated over the town so fast that we didn't see it, didn't realize... and then it was too late, and Dark Falls wasn't a normal town anymore.
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|
grief
murder
people
death
dark-falls
factory
living-dead
plastics
townsfolk
yellow
gas
creepy
pollution
small-town
zombie
normal
poison
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R.L. Stine |
a4e5fc7
|
I switched the light out again. The room was totally dark, not even the starlight showing while my eyes adjusted. Perhaps I would ask for one of those LED alarm radios, though I'm very fond of my old brass alarm clock. Once I tied a wasp tot the striking-surface of each of the copper-coloured bells on top, where the little hammer would hit them in the morning when the alarm went off. I always wake up before the alarm goes, so I got to watch.
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|
murder
young
|
Iain Banks |
f46b0c2
|
He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.
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murder
love
|
Margaret Atwood |
9fcfa94
|
If one could order a crime as one does a dinner, what would you choose? . . . Let's review the menu. Robbery? Frogery? No, I think not. Rather too vegetarian. It must be murder--red-blooded murder--with trimmings, of course.
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murder
mystery
|
Agatha Christie |
daec21c
|
I should fancy, however, that murder is always a mistake. One should never do anything that one cannot talk about after dinner.
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murder
humour
|
Oscar Wilde |
5d7500b
|
There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
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money
murder
greed
poison
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William Shakespeare |
165a181
|
But, if you've decided to go out on a limb and kill one, for goodness' sake, be prepared. We all read, with dismay, the sad story of a good woman wronged in south Mississippi who took that option and made a complete mess of the entire thing. See, first she shot him. Well, she saw right off the bat that that was a mistake because then she had this enormous dead body to deal with. He was every bit as much trouble to her dead as he ever had been alive, and was getting more so all the time. So then, she made another snap decision to cut him up in pieces and dispose of him a hunk at a time. More poor planning. First, she didn't have the proper carving utensils on hand and hacking him up proved to be just a major chore, plus it made just this colossal mess on her off-white shag living room carpet. It's getting to be like the Cat in the Hat now, only Thing Two ain't showing up to help with the clean-up. She finally gets him into portable-size portions, and wouldn't you know it? Cheap trash bags. Can anything else possible go wrong for this poor woman? So, the lesson here is obvious--for want of a small chain saw, a roll of Visqueen and some genuine Hefty bags, she is in Parchman Penitentiary today instead of New Orleans, where she'd planned to go with her new boyfriend. Preparation is everything.
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murder
preparation
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Jill Conner Browne |
7a6297e
|
"The police have asked for my help. There's been a murder." "A murder! Oh, my. Let me just change my shoes," Evie said excitedly. "It won't be a minute."
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murder
shoes
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Libba Bray |
e0679c7
|
"And she swung the old oar at him with all her strength. It hit with a great thwack, splintering in two, and he went over the side, into the dark, cold waters of the lake, sinking like a stone. It took her two seconds. And then she let out a scream for help, tossing the broken oar away from her, and jumped into the water after him. It was very cold, numbingly so, and as it closed over her head she grabbed for him, wrapping her arms around his body, ready to sink to the bottom with him. Instead he kicked, pushing them up so that they broke the surface, his arm clamped around hers as she struggled. "Jesus, woman!" he snapped. "When did we have to become Romeo and Juliet?"
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murder
romance
|
Anne Stuart |
b16ad9b
|
"He stares at me in blankly. "Are you accusing me of not caring for your sister?" he asks. "If I truly believed you didn't care for Taryn, we wouldn't be having this conversation." He gives a long sigh. "Because you'd murder me?" "If you're playing with Taryn, Madoc will murder you; I won't even get a chance." I sheath my knife and head toward the door. "Your ridiculous family might be surprised to find that not everything is solved by murder," Locke calls after me. "We would be surprised to find that," I call back."
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murder
family
surprised
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Holly Black |
340deca
|
All the motives for murder are covered by four Ls: Love, Lust, Lucre and Loathing.
|
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murder
pd-james
the-murder-room
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P.D. James |
31fa8c3
|
Honestly, I don't understand why people get so worked up about a little murder!
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murder
|
Patricia Highsmith |
ec30eae
|
They needed a reason why a little kid would commit murder, someone or something to point the finger at, and I think they were relieved when they hit upon horror movies as the culprit. But there's no reason a child commits murder, just as there's no reason a child gets lost. What would it be - because his parents weren't watching him? That's not a reason, it's just a step in the process.
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|
murder
japanese-literature
japanese
japan
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Ryū Murakami |
e316b7d
|
all men carry murder in their hearts, yet even so, the poisoner is beneath contempt.
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murder
poison
|
George R.R. Martin |
aa6b177
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There was no black or white. Someone who had been good her entire life could, in fact, do something evil. People were just as capable of committing murder, under the right circumstances, as any monster.
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murder
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Jodi Picoult |
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What I think was hardest for me to realize was that he had tried each time to stop himself. He had killed animals, taking lesser lives to keep from killing a child
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rape
murder
heaven
family
pergatory
personal-growth
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Alice Sebold |
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"This is going to be murder," Fransic whispered to Mr. Trimes. "Pure murder." "I'm glad to see your confidence returning, Mr. Tucket. Just a few minutes ago you were ready to give up. Now you're talking about killing him." "I meant it the other way." "Oh."
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murder
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Gary Paulsen |
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You think that drinking with a serial killer takes you into the midnight currents of the culture? I say bullshit. There's been twelve TV documentaries, three movies and eight books about me. I'm more popular than any of these designed-by-pedophile pop moppets littering the music television and the gossip columns. I've killed more people than Paris Hilton has desemenated, I was famous before she was here and I'll be famous after she's gone. I am the mainstream. I am, in fact, the only true rock star of the modern age. Every newspaper in America never fails to report on my comeback tours, and I get excellent reviews.
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murder
black-humour
irony-of-life
serial-killers
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Warren Ellis |
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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.
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murder
humor
christmas
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Christopher Moore |
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"There were a lot of things he could say. "Son of a bitch!" would have been a good one. Or he could say, "Welcome to civilization!" He could have said, "Laugh this one off!" He might have said, "Fetch!" But he didn't, because if he had said any of those things then he'd have known that what he had just done was murder."
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murder
police
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Terry Pratchett |
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The king! I thought he was philosopher enough to allow that there was no murder in politics. In politics, my dear fellow, you know, as well as I do, there are no men, but ideas - no feelings, but interests; in politics we do not kill a man, we only remove an obstacle, that is all.
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murder
politics
the-count-of-monte-cristo
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Alexandre Dumas |
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"[First line] "The business of murder took time, patience, skill, and a tolerance for the monotonous."
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murder
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J.D. Robb |
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Perhaps this is the purpose of all art, all writing, on the murders, fiction and non-fiction: Simply to participate.
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murder
whitechapel
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Alan Moore |
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"And yet," said Poirot, "suppose an accident-" "Ah, no, my friend-" "From your point of view it would be regrettable, I agree. But nevertheless let us just for one moment suppose it. Then, perhaps, all these here are linked together - by death."
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murder
death
murder-on-the-orient-express
myserty
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Agatha Christie |
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At an age when most children are playing hopscotch or with their dolls,you, poor child, who had no friends or toys, you toyed with dreams of murder, because that is a game to play alone.
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murder
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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"Do you remember what we were speaking of earlier, of how bloody, terrible things are sometimes the most beautiful?" he said. "It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown back, throat to the stars, 'more like deer than human being.' To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn." --
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murder
history
god
classic-literature
classics
terror
classic
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Donna Tartt |
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"Do you remember what we were speaking of earlier, of how bloody, terrible things are sometimes the most beautiful?" he said. "It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown back, throat to the stars, 'more like deer than human being.' To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn."
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murder
history
god
classic-literature
classics
terror
classic
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Donna Tartt |
8ec6c04
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It is exactly the fear of revenge that motivates the deepest crimes, from the killing of the enemy's children lest they grow up to play their own part, to the erasure of the enemy's graveyards and holy places so that his hated name can be forgotten.
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revenge
murder
fear
graveyards
infanticide
crime
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Christopher Hitchens |
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If I could quietly kill her without anyone knowing, I would.
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murder
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Miranda July |
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Why didn't they ask the Evans?
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murder
last-words
why
mystery
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Agatha Christie |
336e3db
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"They were shot with a shotgun and put in garbage bags and thrown under a bridge," Shrake said. "If it wasn't murder, it was a really weird accident."
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murder
shotgun
sarcasm
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John Sandford |
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Democracy in America was never the same as Liberty in Europe. In Europe Liberty was a great life-throb. But in America Democracy was always something anti-life. The greatest democrats, like Abraham Lincoln, had always a sacrificial, self-murdering note in their voices. American Democracy was a form of self-murder, always. Or of murdering somebody else... The love, the democracy, the floundering into lust, is a sort of by-play. The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.
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murder
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D.H. Lawrence |
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A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect.
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murder
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Lynda Barry |
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"Balekin and Orlagh are planning your murder," I say flustered. "Yes," he says lazily. "So why did I wake at all?"
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murder
joke
nonchalance
sarcasm
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Holly Black |
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"Surgeons are a singular brotherhood, Adam. To us, people aren't sacred beings crafted in the Almighty's image, no, people are joints of meat; diseased, leathery meat, yes, but meat ready for the skewer & the spit." He mimicked my usual voice, very well. "'But why *me*, Henry, are we not friends?' Well, Adam, even friends are made out of meat."
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murder
friendship
life
surgeon
meat
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David Mitchell |
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"Essay on Adam" There are five possibilities. One: Adam fell. Two: he was pushed. Three: he jumped. Four: he only looked over the edge, and one look silenced him. Five: nothing worth mentioning happened to Adam. The first, that he fell, is too simple. The fourth, fear, we have tried and found useless. The fifth, nothing happened, is dull. The choice is between: he jumped or was pushed. And the difference between these is only an issue of whether the demons work from the inside out or from the outside
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suicide
murder
demons
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Robert Bringhurst |
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"I don't think that anyone outside Paris can understand love and murder as we do. But Emile loves Paris, and loving Paris is a murderous education. ("Anthropology: What Is Lost In Rotation")"
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murder
paris
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William S. Wilson |
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This murdered girl troubles me. After the first shock, nobody at school says much about her. Even Cordelia does not want to talk about her. It's as if this girl has done something shameful, herself, by being murdered.
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murder
women
girls
shame
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Margaret Atwood |
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One of the dwarfs walked in front of Thor to get a better view of the prye, and Thor kicked him irritably into the middle of the flames, which made Thor feel slightly better and made all the dwarfs feel much worse.
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murder
feelings
prye
thor
flames
dwarfs
fire
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Neil Gaiman |
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Murder, other than in the most strict forensic sense, is never soluble. That dark human clot can never melt into a lucid, clear suspension. Our detective fiction tells us otherwise: everything is just meat and cold ballistics. Provide a murderer, a motive and a means, and you have solved the crime. Using this method, the solution to the Second World War is as follows: Hitler. The German economy. Tanks. Thus, for convenience, we reduce the complex events.
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murder
crime-solving
metafiction
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Alan Moore |
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It seems to me, that you people spend a great deal of time talking about honour, but strip away the high sounding words and you are no different from any other race. Family? Has Priam not killed wayward sons? When a king dies do his sons not go to war with one another to succeed him? Men speak of how you reacted to your father's death. They say it was amazing, for you did not order your little brother's execution. Your race thrives on blood and death, Helikaon. Your ships raid the coasts of other nations, stealing slaves, burning and plundering. Warriors brag of how many men they have killed, and women they have raped. Almost all of your kings either seized their thrones with swords and murder, or are children of men who seized power with swords and murder. So put all this talk of honour to one side.
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war
murder
honour
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David Gemmell |
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Your soul is drenched black with the blood of your victims, my dear, and that is why you can't see it. When you die, that heavy blood filled essence will sink to the bottom of the earth where you will burn in eternity for your crimes.
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murder
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Maria V. Snyder |
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A meadow is nothing but a field of suffering. Every second some creature is dying in the gorgeous green expanse, ants eat wriggling earthworms, birds lurk in the sky to pounce on a weasel or a mouse. You see that black cat, standing motionless in the grass. She is only waiting for an opportunity to kill. I detest all that naive respect for nature. Do you think that a doe in the jaws of a tiger feels less horror than you? People thought up the idea that animals don't have the same capability for suffering as human, because otherwise they couldn't bear the knowledge that they are surrounded by a world of nature that is horror and nothing but horror.
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murder
nature
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Milan Kundera |
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"The woman had gasped beneath his heavy body. He rubbed against her, lubricated by the warm, sticky liquid, but as her body gradually grew cold, he felt as though they'd been glued together. She seemed to be see-sawing between agony and ecstasy, but finally Satake pressed his lips over hers to quiet the groans-of pain or pleasure-that were leaking from her mouth. He found the hole that he had made in her side and worked his finger deep into the opening. Blood was pumping from the wound, staining their sex a gruesome crimson. He wanted to get further inside, to melt into her. As he was about to come, he pulled his lips from her and she whispered in his ear: "I'm finished . . . finished." "I know," he'd said, and he could still hear the exact sound of his own voice."
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rape
sex
murder
gore
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Natsuo Kirino |
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Achilles might be a good papa to the family, but he was also a killer, and he never forgives. Poke knew that, though. Bean warned her, and she knew it, but she chose Achilles for their papa anyway. Chose him and then died for it. She was like that Jesus that Helga preached about in her kitchen while they ate. She died for her people. And Achilles, he was like God. He made people pay for their sins no matter what they did. The important thing is, stay on the good side of God. That's what Helga teaches, isn't it? Stay right with God. I'll stay right with Achilles. I'll honor my papa, that's for sure, so I can stay alive until I'm old enough to go out on my own.
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metaphor
murder
jesus
god
poke
bean
forgiveness
survival
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Orson Scott Card |
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It seems odd that as far as I know nobody has yet been murdered for having too perfect a character! And yet perfection is undoubtedly an irritating thing!
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perfection
murder
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Agatha Christie |
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"You know," Naomi said, "if you're looking at hundreds of people burning to death as a problem solving itself, that may be more evidence that you're on wrong side."
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murder
sides
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James S.A. Corey |
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Shall I kill her now? Shall I not even investigate, but kill her and burn her? His throat moved. Such thoughts were a hideous testimony to the world he had accepted; a world in which murder was easier than hope.
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murder
death
change
hope
murderer
decision
zombies
dead
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Richard Matheson |
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But what were you supposed to do with that weight? Once it was on you? Just be a man? Just suck it up? Maybe you were. Maybe that was the real test. Maybe that is exactly the thing that made you a man: the ability to function with the worst possible secrets in your brain. Which was why so many grown-up men seemed so ridiculous. They never felt that responsibility. They were untested, unproven; they were boys in grown-up clothes.
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killing
man
responsibility
murder
depression
secret
survival
secrets
guilt
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Blake Nelson |
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"As for the sanctimony of people who seem blind to the fact that mass murder is still an annual event, look at Cambodia, Rwanda, Darfur, Tibet, Burma and elsewhere-the truer shout is not "Never again" but "Again and again."
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murder
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Paul Theroux |
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"Ozorne, please don't let him try to make me into a battle mage. I wish you'd told me that's what you wanted." Arram stopped and grabbed his friend by the arms. "I won't do it. I'm not a killer. I'll never be a killer."
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killing
murder
battle-mage
ozorne
numair
killer
morals
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Tamora Pierce |
9b36092
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"A son for a son, heh. But that's a grandson...and he never was much use." --Walder Frey"
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murder
villain
evil
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George R.R. Martin |
0a8a220
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Asparagus is in season.
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murder
the-secret-history
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Donna Tartt |
5fa1e83
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The first crime was mine: I committed it when I made man mortal. Once I had done that, what was left for you, poor human murderers, to do? To kill your victims? But they already had the seed of death in them; all you could do was to hasten its fruition by a year or two.
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murder
the-flies
zeus
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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[At the scene of a murder] The cats' bloodthirst was normal; it was the way God had made them. They were hunters, they killed for food and to train their young--well maybe sometimes for sport. But this violent act by some unknown human had nothing to do with hunting--for a human to brutally maim one of the own kind out of rage or sadism or greed was, to Joe and Dulcie (the cats), a shocking degradation of the human condition. To imagine that vicious abandon in a human deeply distressed Dulcie; she did not like thinking about humans that way.
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murder
human-condition
ethics
morals
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Shirley Rousseau Murphy |
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There are many shades in the danger of adventures and gales, and it is only now and then that there appears on the face of facts a sinister violence of intention- that indefinable something which forces it upon the mind and the heart of a man, that this complication of accidents or these elemental furies are coming at him with a purpose of malice, with a strength beyond control, with an unbridled cruelty that means to tear out of him his hope and his fear, the pain of his fatigue and his longing for rest: which means to smash, to destroy, to annihilate all he has seen, known, loved, enjoyed, or hated; all that is priceless and necessary- the sunshine, the memories, the future,- which means to sweep the whole precious world utterly away from his sight by the simple and appalling act of taking his life.
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murder
mortality
depression
fear-no-evil
no-rhyme-or-reason
psalm-23
reason-or-rhyme
valley-of-the-shadow-of-death
senselessness
disaster
storms
fear-of-death
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Joseph Conrad |
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It doesn't think anything we don't want it to think.' 'That's sad,' said Montag, quietly, 'because all we put into it is hunting and finding and killing. What a shame if that's all it can ever know.
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killing
murder
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Ray Bradbury |
475ae0f
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I never knew her in life. She exists for me through others, in evidence of the ways her death drove them
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murder
noir
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James Ellroy |
82b263e
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"My parents were just carried out of the building in the service elevator," he shouted at the cops. "They were vile, but they didn't deserve to be taken out with the trash!"
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murder
confessions-of-a-murder-suspect
matthew
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James Patterson |
216713b
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Here commences a new dominion acquired with a title by divine right. Ships are sent with the first opportunity; the natives driven out or destroyed; their princes tortured to discover their gold; a free license given to all acts of inhumanity and lust, the earth reeking with the blood of its inhabitants: and this execrable crew of butchers, employed in so pious an expedition, is a modern colony, sent to convert and civilize an idolatrous and barbarous people!
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killing
murder
divine-command-theory
horrors-of-religion
religious-violence
convert
conversion
genocide
divine-right
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Jonathan Swift |
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"You should find something better to do with your time," Mandy told him. "I spend my time shooting people, and then I take them to darkrooms and blow them up." "...Come again?" Alecto questioned with a tone of alarm in his voice. "I take photographs and develop them myself, I've got my own darkroom... it was a joke," Mandy laughed. "I love photography and I'm gonna be a photojournalist someday." "Really?" Alecto asked. For the first time since she'd met him, he sounded slightly enthusiastic. "...I take photographs and I film my own home movies, I have a darkroom as well... but I can't be a photojournalist like you... I can't be anything... still, at least I can take photographs, it's fun."
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photography
murder
friends
funny
humor
april-fool-s
blow-up
chemical
dark-room
demented
instamatic
nikon
photography-humor
home-movies
kodak
darkroom
super-8
disturbing
develop
camera
enthusiasm
shoot
weird
film
strange
hilarious
joke
crazy
insane
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Rebecca McNutt |
2c9d5c1
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But when, as is most often the case, the husband and wife accept the external obligation to live together all their lives and have, by the second month, come to loathe the sight of each other, want to get divorced and yet go on living together, it usually ends in that terrible hell that drives them to drink, makes them shoot themselves, kill and poison each other
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marriage
murder
love
problems
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Leo Tolstoy |
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The Proclaimers thunder through my head. Imagine it. Imagine killing someone to the tune of two Scottish nerds wearing glasses and flattop haircuts. How will I ever listen to that song again? What will I do if it comes on the radio? I'll think of the night I murdered another man and stole his life with my own hands.
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murder
the-proclaimers
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Markus Zusak |
3ab8a61
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Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never.
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murder
remember
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Elie Wiesel |
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"If you wanted to kill me, why haven't you smothered me in my sleep?" "No sport in that." She gestured towards the ceiling. "Can I expect to be strung up on that bar and gutted like a deer?" He looked up at the bar and frowned. "Too much sport. Lots of heave-hoeing. Big mess to clean up after. Instead, why don't you just drink the poison-laced whiskey?" He extended the glass toward her again and when she didn't move he said, "No? Okay then." He shot the drink. She might not want the edge taken off but he sure as hell did."
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murder
humor
kidnap
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Sandra Brown |
d18f83c
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But it was just luck really if the girls survived. You're like a man firing a machine gun into a supermarket who happens not to become a murderer.
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murder
women
unrequited-love
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Iris Murdoch |
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"You see, this would be a death by the imagination. And though the imagination feeds on phantoms, it needs a premise in reality to begin with. Then it can go on from there under its own power. ("Mind Over Murder")"
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murder
imagination
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Cornell Woolrich |
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"What careful planning, what painstaking attention to detail, goes into extinguishing a man's life! Far more than the hit-or-miss, haphazard circumstances of igniting it. ("New York Blues")"
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killing
murder
execution
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Cornell Woolrich |
52f704b
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[S]he was in a pretty crazy place, screaming and waving the bucket-knife around, spattered with blood from head to toe. Lee was lying on the floor, quietly pumping out his life through his throat.
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murder
knives
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Max Barry |
f1c48e4
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Unnatural death always provoked a peculiar unease, an uncomfortable realization that there were still some things that might not be susceptible to bureaucratic control.
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murder
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P.D. James |
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Snapping shut his mobile, Dalgliesh reflected that murder, a unique crime for which no reparation is ever possible, imposes it own compulsions as well as it's conventions. He doubted whether Macklefield [the murder victim's Will attorney] would have interrupted his country weekend for a less sensational crime. As a young officer he, too, had been touched, if unwillingly and temporarily, by the power of murder to attract even while it appalled and repelled. He had watched how people involved as innocent bystanders, provided they were unburdened by grief or suspicion, were engrossed by homicide, drawn inexorably to the place where the crime had occurred in fascinated disbelief. The crowd and the media who served them had not yet congregated outside the wrought-iron gates of the Manor. But they would come, and he doubted whether Chandler-Powell's [owner of the Manor where the murder was committed] private security team would be able to do more than inconvenience them.
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murder
violent-death
homicide
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P.D. James |
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The English murder their meat twice: once when they shoot it, again when they cook it. 'Drole, n'est-ce pas'?
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murder
english-cooking
meat
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Peter Mayle |
0b09a3d
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He did not recognize himself either. He was a totally new being, bald, covered with grease and blood, pink and blue eyed: he was his own baby...He was a great fat chuckling baby, and he shat and peed in his filthy trousers and kept driving.
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metaphor
murder
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Peter Straub |
fc54335
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I should not yield to it, he told himself once again as he walked along carrying the briefcase. Compulsion-obsession-phobia. But he could not free himself. It in my grip, I in its, he thought.
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murder
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Philip K. Dick |
e1ccd09
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The modern evil, we have said, greatly turns on this: that people do not see that the exception proves the rule. Thus it may or may not be right to kill a murderer; but it can only conceivably be right to kill a murderer because it is wrong to kill a man.
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murder
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G.K. Chesterton |
f62b55e
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If they were going to kill you, would they knock?
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murder
burgaler
if-they-were-going-to-kill-you
would-they-knock
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Jeffrey Eugenides |
62f5333
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"On hands and knees the figure comes pacing along beside the wall that flanks the patio, lithe, sinuous, knife in mouth perpendicular to its course. In moonlight and out of it, as each successive archway of the portico circles high above it, comes down to join its support, and is gone again to the rear. The moon is a caress on supple skin. The moon of Anahuac understands, the moon is in league, the moon will not betray. ("The Moon of Montezuma")"
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murder
moon
night
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Cornell Woolrich |
dc26838
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"He runs his eye along the row of knives in their racks, the cleavers for splitting bones. He picks one up, looks at its edge, decides it needs sharpening and says, "Do you think I look like a murderer? In your good opinion?" A silence. After a while, Thurston proffers, "At this moment, master, I would have to say..."
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murder
humor
murderers
knives
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Hilary Mantel |
145b941
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They had lied. Time was not a friend that healed all wounds ;it was the enemy that ravaged and murdered youth.
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murder
youth
lied
stranger-in-the-mirror
stranger
young
mirror
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Sidney Sheldon |
20c3944
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Selena was born in a generation that had grown up on the edge. She'd grown up knowing that the little child starlet who voiced Anne-Marie on 'All Dogs Go to Heaven', Judith Barsi, had been murdered and set on fire by her own father. She'd grown up knowing that school shootings were more common than winning the lottery. She'd grown up in an age of terror.
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murder
fear
judith-barsi
millennial-quotes
school-shooting
millennials
growing-up
terror
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Rebecca McNutt |
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"I don't want anything else bad to happen," she whispered, her voice choked with tears. "I'm so sick to death of bad things happening, of seeing bad things that happened in the past! And I'm guilty of so many things. I'm sorry that I killed Mrs. Matthias and wrecked her stupid greenhouse back in the Eighties and I'm sorry I left you here alone while I went around the world." "I wasn't alone though, I knew you were doing what you wanted to do and that you were still alive, so I wasn't really alone, I knew you were still there somewhere," Alecto told her. His damaged smile and downcast, sorrowful eyes were draped in the shadow of the night, saving Mandy the trouble of seeing."
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hopelessness
grief
murder
travel
world
sorrow
death
friendship
love
greenhouse
eighties
apart
lonliness
damaged
bad
together
omen
friend
crying
shadow
smile
tears
trouble
guilt
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Rebecca McNutt |
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You wish you had not come. If there were not so many around, you would reach out your arms, with the prayer on your lips for it all to come back to you. It seems cruel, cruel, to give us such a vision; to let us dream and drift through heaven for six months, and then to take it out of our lives.
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madness
murder
magic
dreams
the-worlds-fair
world-fair
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Erik Larson |
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"She had signed her own death-warrant. He kept telling himself over and over that he was not to blame, she had brought it on herself. He had never seen the man. He knew there was one. He had known for six weeks now. Little things had told him. One day he came home and there was a cigar-butt in an ashtray, still moist at one end, still warm at the other. There were gasoline-drippings on the asphalt in front of their house, and they didn't own a car. And it wouldn't be a delivery-vehicle, because the drippings showed it had stood there a long time, an hour or more. And once he had actually glimpsed it, just rounding the far corner as he got off the bus two blocks down the other way. A second-hand Ford. She was often very flustered when he came home, hardly seemed to know what she was doing or saying at all. He pretended not to see any of these things; he was that type of man, Stapp, he didn't bring his hates or grudges out into the open where they had a chance to heal. He nursed them in the darkness of his mind. That's a dangerous kind of a man. If he had been honest with himself, he would have had to admit that this mysterious afternoon caller was just the excuse he gave himself, that he'd daydreamed of getting rid of her long before there was any reason to, that there had been something in him for years past now urging Kill, kill, kill. Maybe ever since that time he'd been treated at the hospital for a concussion. ("Three O'Clock")"
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jealousy
murder
concussion
cuckold
homicide
crime
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Cornell Woolrich |
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Harry looked at him and you could see the murder come in his face. ... Harry didn't say anything, but you could see the killing go out of his face and his eyes came open natural again.
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killing
murder
face
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I couldn't help thinking how well Cain had prospered after killing his brother: he founded the first city--and, although we don't like to talk about it all that much, we are all his children.
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murder
human-origins
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Philip Gourevitch |
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He wanted the world to believe that he was a horse rider. So let him ride his horses at the bottom of the ocean.
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revenge
murder
the-last-don
mario-puzo
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Mario Puzo |
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Today I have gathered together my nearest and dearest, my sixteen nieces and nephews (Sit down, Grace Windsor Wexler!) to view the body of your Uncle Sam for the last time. Tomorrow its ashes will be scattered to the four winds. I, Samuel W. Westing, hereby swear that I did not die of natural causes. My life was taken from me-by one of you!
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murder
ellen-raskin
sam-westing
samuel-westing
the-westing-game
mysteries
will
mystery
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Ellen Raskin |
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That's exactly where you're wrong! Any kind of person can murder. Purely circumstances and not a thing to do with temperament! People get so far -- and it takes just the least little thing to push them over the brink. Anybody. Even your grandmother. I know.
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murder
female-authors
thriller
mystery
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Patricia Highsmith |
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Silence rolled at me, in waves.
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murder
evil
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Joyce Carol Oates |
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"If you were me you'd do the right thing, help your friends, because you're not a coward," Mandy sighed sadly. "I covered up a murder because I was scared to go to jail and I did the wrong thing... well, now's my chance to do the right thing, to save someone's life, because I don't want you to die." "Save someone's life? I'm no one," Alecto laughed morbidly. "A hundred and twelve years is definitely way too long to have survived. You'd be wasting your time and risking your own life...." "This is my life," Mandy declared, smiling sincerely. Alecto just looked concerned and very doubtful as the rain drizzled down the roads and sidewalks, towards the harbour where it fell into the ocean, indistinguishable from all the other water in the world." --
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suicide
grief
murder
loss
wrong
death
friendship
disturbance
moral-values
seaside
imaginary-friend
cape-breton
nova-scotia
coward
jail
rescue
help
friend
misery
crime
scary
right
morals
ocean
dying
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Rebecca McNutt |
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You are going to die in front of dozens of witnesses, and none of them will do a thing to help you or avenge you. Because they know exactly what you know: The world is ending.
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murder
end-of-the-world
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Charlie Huston |
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"The shears found his throat this time. He fell down on top of them and was silent. Something dark like mucilage glistened where he lay. She had jumped back - not in remorse, but to keep the bottom of her skirt clear of his blood. ("I'm Dangerous Tonight")"
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murder
dress
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Cornell Woolrich |
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It has often been said that the more unusual the murder the easier it is to solve, but this is a theory I don't believe. Nothing is easy, nothing is simple, and you should think of your investigations as a complicated experiment: look at what remains constant and look at what changes, ask the right questions and don't be afraid of wrong answers, and above all rely on observation and rely on experience.
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murder
investigation
detective
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Peter Ackroyd |
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Generally he knew by instinct the likely length of an investigation, but on this occasion he did not: as he fought to get his breath he suddenly saw himself as others must see him, and he was struck by the impossibility of his task. The event of the boy's death was not simple because it was not unique and if he traced it backwards, running the time slowly in the opposite direction (but did it have a direction?), it became no clearer. The chain of causality might extend as far back as the boy's birth, in a particular place and on a particular date, or even further into the darkness beyond that. And what of the murderer, for what sequence of events had drawn him to wander by this old church? All these events were random and yet connected, part of a pattern so large that it remained inexplicable. He might, then, have to invent a past from the evidence available - and, in that case, would not the future also be an invention? It was as if he were staring at one of those puzzle drawings in which foreground and background create entirely different images: you could not look at such a thing for long.
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murder
detective
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Peter Ackroyd |
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But how did I murder her? Is that how men do murders? Do men go to commit a murder as I went then? I will tell you some day how I went! Did I murder the old woman? I murdered myself, not her! I crushed myself once for all, for ever.... But it was the devil that killed that old woman, not I. Enough, enough, Sonia, enough! Let me be!
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murder
raskolnikov
sonia
punishment
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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I had to remind myself it was illegal to murder dragons.
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murder
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T.J. Klune |
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Her aunt and uncle worked fifteen hours a day in their desperate attempt to keep the corner shop in profit, and their Sundays were marked by exhaustion. The moral code by which they lived was that of cleanliness, respectability and prudence. Religion was for those who had the time for it, a middle-class indulgence.
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murder
pd-james
the-murder-room
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P.D. James |
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None of these apparent sightings interested Hawksmoor, since it was quite usual for members of the public to come forward with such accounts and to describe unreal figures who took on the adventitious shape already suggested by newspaper accounts. There were even occasions when a number of people would report sightings of the same person, as if a group of hallucinations might create their own object which then seemed to hover for a while in the streets of London. And Hawksmoor knew that if he held a reconstruction of the crime by the church, yet more people would come forward with their own versions of time and event; the actual killing then became blurred and even inconsequential, a flat field against which others painted their own fantasies of murderer and victim.
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murder
witness
witnesses
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Peter Ackroyd |