#murder

Actors are all about entrances, but writers are all about exits. ↗

— Vincent H. O'Neil

#directing #murder #mystery #playwriting #theater

In March of that year, I saw a man named Paul Barkley shot to death. It happened late at night in the parking lot of a café in Santa Rosa called Galileo’s. / Teller: A Novel ↗

— Frederick Weisel

#mystery #teller #weisel #death

Abby could smell his hot breath in her face. It reeked like dead apples left to rot in the scorching summer sun. ↗

— Greever Williams

#demon #murder #death

It felt odd to have interrupted the life of someone she knew nothing about, to kill someone she had only just met, as though killing needed intimacy, deep knowledge of the other, to make it all right. ↗

— Pamela Freeman

#murder #self-defense #death

Unnatural death always provoked a peculiar unease, an uncomfortable realization that there were still some things that might not be susceptible to bureaucratic control. ↗

— P.D. James

#murder #death

If you don't like the path your life has taken, choose another. ↗

— Robert G. DeMers

#murder #mystery #life

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

#christmas #humor #murder #change

I wish I could find MY books listed on GOODREADS - DODGING JOE, THE WOMAN WHO WOULDN'T EXPLAIN, THE BITTER GRAPES - ll available through Amazon and Createspace - ↗

— Saaskia Aark-Bennett

#general-giction #love #murder #treachery #love

I am an ordinary sort of fellow, not braver than other people, but I hate to see a good man downed, and that long knife would not be the end of Scudder if I could play the game in his place. ↗

— John Buchan

#fortitude #knives #loyalty #men #murder

The door closed behind her (Phoebe), and the two men regarded each other for a moment. Viktor spoke first. "I must have your promise, Coach, that you won't hurt her." Dan: "I won't." Viktor: "You spoke a little too quickly for my taste. I don't quite believe you." Dan: "I'm a man of my word, and I promise I won't hurt her." He flexed his hands. "When I murder her, I'll do it real quick so she won't feel a thing." Viktor sighed. "That's exactly what I was afraid of. ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#murder #threat #threats #men