homicidal thoughts Quotes

If somebody told me I only had an hour to live, I'd spend it choking a white man. I'd do it nice and slow.

I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.

Fredrika Bimm, what do you think you're doing?" "Freaking out. Losing my mind. Thinking about snapping your husband's spine. Squashing the urge to vomit. Wishing I had died at childbirth." "Oh, you say that when you don't get a prize in your Lucky Charms.

[Prince Humperdinck] was seventy-five minutes away from his first female murder, and he wondered if he could get his fingers to her throat before even the start of a scream. He had been practicing on giant sausages all the afternoon and had the movements down pretty pat, but then, giant sausages weren’t necks and all the wishing in the world wouldn’t make them so.

--I truly and deeply wanted to kill him. And I believe I could have done it, with nothing but my hands. But all of a sudden, out of nowhere, Peter had an arm around me. "Let it go, Kade," he was whispering very gently, though his arm was nearly crushing me. "Open your fists," he said, "and let go of the coals.

I wanted to kill her and make her eat her fringe. And her knickers.

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.

She had no mercy. He looked at her neck and thought how he would like to jab it with the knife he had for his muffin. He knew enough anatomy to make pretty certain of getting the carotid artery. And at the same time he wanted to cover her pale, thin face with kisses.

I'd love to slit my mother-in-law's corsets and watch her spread to death.

Ever feel like killing somebody just to see if you could get away with it? Sure, you have. Everybody has little things that get on their nerves.

She might have liked to try to strangle him with those slender fingers of hers, but she wanted to make a job of it and this great patience with which she waited for her claws to grow was in itself a form of enjoyment.

I've never killed anybody... but I've definitely thought about it.

I felt like poisoning a monk.

I'm a Crank. I'm slowly going crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people.

I just wanted them to die," said Poison. "They didn't have to make such a drama about it.

The thought of killing myself had slowed me down to five miles per hour. The thought of killing someone else stopped me completely.

By four o'clock, I've discounted suicide in favor of killing everyone else in the entire world instead.

I think the most "passionate" I get about actual humans are the ones I want to kill.

From an early age I knew very strongly the lust to kill.