#serial

I also finally see that a crimson kiss isn't something you can chase, because it's more than just the passionate meeting of mouths. It's a confession. It's the truth your lips whisper to someone you love. ↗

— Wendelin Van Draanen

#evangeline-bianca-logan #serial-kisser #love

The full moon cast an eerie glow through thick ancient dark woods. In the shadows around a tree, the serial killer ran his knife lovingly over Chelsea’s trussed dead body. She lay, as if posed for a photo, wearing only bloody pink underpants. ↗

— H. Raven Rose

#dead-body #full-moon #serial-killer #love

In reality, serial killers are of average intelligence. ↗

— Pat Brown

#average intelligence #intelligence #killers #reality #serial

Serial killers kill for the power and control they experience during the murders and for the added ego boost they get in the aftermath from community fears, media coverage, and the police investigations. ↗

— Pat Brown

#aftermath #boost #community #control #coverage

Madmen, criminals, and rapists! Isn’t it fantastic? All the romantic proposals I’ve ever got from anybody. Somebody up there has an extremely dark sense of humour. ↗

— Olga Núñez Miret

#police-procedural #psychiatry #rape #serial-killer #romantic

I had to wonder, though, if there's something about a murderer, particularly a confident one, that gives him a certain charisma or charm that I, in particular, am susceptible to. I mean, there's a reason more women are attracted to Dracula than repelled by him. I made a resolution to myself. From now on, I'd assume that every man I was attracted to was a murderer until proven otherwise. Perhaps it wasn't the most promising strategy for starting a relationship, but I might live longer. ↗

— Lee Goldberg

#charisma #dating #dracula #murder #murderer

There is no acting in a serial. You simply race through the reels. ↗

— Pearl White

#race #serial #simply #through #you

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

She stared at me "You have a message," she said. "On you machine." I looked over at my answering machine. Sure enough, the light was blinking. The woman really was a detective. "It's some girl," La Guerta said. "She sounds kind of sleepy and happy. You got a girlfriend, Dexter?" there was a strange hint of a challenge in her voice. "You know how it is," I said. "Women today are so forward, and when you are as handsome as I am they absolutely fling themselves at your head." Perhaps an unfortunate choice of words; as I said it I couldn't help thinking of the woman's head flung at me not so long ago. "Watch out," La Guerta said. "Sooner or later one of them will stick." I had no idea what she thought that meant, but it was a very unsettling image. "I'm sure you're right," I said. "Until then, carpe diem." "What?" "It's Latin," I said. "It means, complain in the daylight. ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#humor #serial-killer #dreams

What isn't remembered never happened. Memory is merely a record...you just need to rewrite that record. ↗

— Yoshitoshi Abe

#experience