Well, it takes some courage to be a murderer too, you know.
I don’t know what disturbs me more: that I killed him, or that I could do it again.
Murder isn't what most people think--giving someone a dollop of arsenic--pushing them over a cliff--that sort of stuff.
Today I am going to kill something. Anything.
It was perhaps that they dreaded to be killed in insignificant ways after the times for proper military deaths had passed. Or, perhaps, they thought it would be too ironical to get killed at the portals of safety.
There's the scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and expose every inch of it.
I could never have been a pacifist. To kill a man was surely to grant him an immeasurable benefit.
Am I the only one who kills people? You, you don't use your swords. You kill people with your power, with your money. Sometimes you kill them on the pretext of working for their good. It's true they don't bleed. They are in the best of health, but all the same you've killed them. It's hard to say who is a greater sinner, you or me.