#murder

I'll stop eating steak when you stop killing spiders." Absurdity: comparing cows to spiders. Arachnids are pure evil. They're like a cigarette manufacturer or a terrorist. They're organized religion on eight legs. ↗

— Davey Havok

#arachnids #bugs #cows #death #debate

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

#grieving #murder #death

Christ can forgive you," he whispered, though he didn't believe it. There wasn't a hint of compassion in those ice-blue eyes. "That's grand," she said. Her features became again those of the pleasant brown-haired nurse. She smiled, pulled the pillow from under his head, and covered his face. ↗

— Stephen M. Irwin

#christianity #evil #murder #nurse #suffocation

Black Creek Burning: “It was a polite, white lie,” Brie whispered. “I’ll have to remember you think that way,” Nathan said. ↗

— R.T. Wolfe

#black-creek-burning #gardening #murder #romantic-suspense #sweet

In his imagination, he grabbed his dad by the throat and squeezed until an old mans face turned purple. No pleading, no begging, simply... nothing. ↗

— Stephen Craig

#death #farm #murder #son #death

Really now: If you can't get me my newspaper on time, how can you expect me to refrain from killing people? ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#killing #murder #newspaper #serial-killers #dreams

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. ↗

— Iain Pears

#dialectics #education #greatness #hypatia-of-alexandria #knowledge

The blood dried on his good hand, he passed his palm over her hair. It curled about his wrist and sprung back into displace as the breeze fluttered by. In the firelight, it was golden like the dandelions of which she’d spoken. The ones that had grown along the Franklin riverbank in late summer. The ones he had lost any faith in since he’d committed his first murder there. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#love #murder #mystery #romance #faith

Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#haunting #imaginative #inspirational #murder #personal-growth

The man behind the check-in counter gives the impression that he has just axe-murdered the motel's owner (and family, and family pet) and is going through these procedures of hostelry so as not to arouse suspicion. ↗

— Paul Quarrington

#humour #murder #receptionists #family